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Coffee Shop

Summary; As a university student in London you were just trying to get to know the city, the beautiful places etc. and a certain gentleman caught your eye.

Warnings; Cliffhanger at the end.

Words; 1.163K

A/N; Hi guys, its me again. I love writing this series, your comments and likes encourage me to write more. Sorry for any typos. Enjoy.

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Chapter Six

(my face when i finished writing the cliffhanger lol)

You woke up to a text from Tom, which was unexpected, you didn2t think he could see the detail of your phone number.

''Morning Y/N, hope you got a good rest. I've noticed that you put your phone number on the drawing -almost missed it- smart :D -Tom, the dude from the Café''

You almost dropped your phone, you went to the bathroom and came back, you were fully awake now.

''Good morning Tom, yes I put my number just because lol''

he immediately texted back which surprised you.

''Since you mentioned that you're new to London I want to take the liberty to show you around if thats okay with you of course. You don't have to reply quickly, just think about it.''

Tom wanted to spend more time with you and make you feel welcomed. Everything was happenng to o fast for your liking so you did what he told you, you didn't reply during the day, You had to leave your flat quickly and take classes today, it was a busy day for you.

When you came back to your small flat you dropped your things on the floor and hit the shower, the hot water did wonders to your tired soul. In the shower you made up your mind, as soon as you wrapped yourself like a burito in a fluffy towel you took your phone to text Tom; ''Hey Tom! Sorry I couldn't text you sooner because I had to take classes all day, I would love to spend more time with you and also see the London at her full glory.''

Tom had a chill day, took his dog Bobby outside, came back to make phone calls about his new tv show Loki. He was still surprised that you didn't figure out who he is, maybe you did but didn't mention him. He was smiling when he read your text. In order to test the waters he decided to drop hints.

''Hope you enjoyed your classes, to be hones I miss being a student. I had to stay at home all day and make phone calls about my new tv series. I'm happy that you said yes, I love my hometown and would be honoured to show her to a wonderful woman such as yourself ;)''

You were eating ramen when you got his text, you didn't know he also does tv serieses.

''I love my field and my profs are amazing! I will miss being a student as soon as I graduate, I can't wait to watch your tv show. What is it about?''

You asked, excited for him.

Tom didn't want to spoil it, he also wanted to see your reaction when he tells you.

''Nothing major, its about a character I played before, I want to tell you about it when we meet again. I gotta go, bye.''

That was odd, you didn't pay much attetion because you had a lot of things to do.

During your chat back at the Café with Tom, you told him that you loved Sherlock Holmes. You never thought he would take you to the famous 221b Baker Street, you promised yourself to visit this place when you came to London but never had the time to do it. ''I remembered that you love Sherlock, so here we are.'' Tom Shortly explained, cheeks going red, he was trying to impress you so badly.

You both had casual clothes, long jackets, boots, umbrellas because it was Fall and raining hell of a lot here. If he was a romantic interest this could be your first date but unfortunately life wasn't a romance novel or a movie. Tom took pics of you standig next to the Doyle statue, later you two walked into the Holmes Museum, the entrance was small, as you walked together you got a sense of his cologne, coming from the exposed side of his pale neck. It smelled like a forest after a summer rain, beautiful and manly. You could feel the blood rushing to your face, it had been a while since you had a partner, ''Get a grip Y/N!''

The museum was small, just like in the show, the objects were from victorian era -obviously- it wasn't crowded so you guys could chat and he asked to take pictures with you, he said he wanted to remember this day as a warm memory of two new friends. The word ''friends'' hurt you little bit but what did you expect? Once again, this isn't a movie.

''My favorite book of Doyle is ''A Study in Scarlet''.'' You replied to his question, after visiting the museum you two goy burgers and diet coke, sat on a bench at a park, it wasn't raining anymore. ''What's yours?''

He took a bite from his burger to think, ''If I had to choose, it would be ''A Scandal in Bohemia'' because the story is notable for introducing the character Irene Adler. She is such an icon. Why dou you love ''A Study in Scarlet''?''

You sat on the bench straight and gave the quote from the short story; ''There's the scarlet threat of murder running through the colourless skein of life, and our duty is to unravel it, and isolate it, and expose every inch of it.''

As you finished ''acting'' -which done poorly- you both had a good laugh, ''Stop,'' you teased him, ''ist so damn good written I can't help it.''

''I thought you were going to tell me more about this tv series of yours Mr. Actor.'' You changed the subject, Tom feared you would remember and when you learn who he is.. he didn't want to spoil this blooming friendship with you. Before he could express himself fully a group of people -2 girls and a boy- approached to the bench you were sitting, ''Oh my GOD! Tom Hiddleston! Can we please take pictures with you!?!'' she was jumping up and down with her phone, her friends were excited too.

At that moment something clicked in your brain. You were so caught up with your life and problems that you didn't even realize your new friend, the dude you met at the coffee shop is Tom Hiddleston. You watched him so many times and yet you had no idea up until seconds ago, ''He must think I'm so stupid. What was his plan anyways? Play with me?!''

You watched them take pictures, chat a little. As the group were leaving you heard one of the girls whiper to her friends; ''Who was that ugly bitch anyways?'' she whispered but you heard clearly.

Tom had a worried look on his face when he sat back next to you, as he opened his mouth to explain you bolted to your feet,

''How dare you toy with me Tom Hiddleston?!'' you practically screamed in anger and little hurt. ''Hope you enjoyed your little game, I'm leaving!!!'' You threw your diet coke to the ground and turned to leave.

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Coffee Shop

Summary; As a university student in London you were just trying to get to know the city, the beautiful places etc. and a certain gentleman caught your eye.

Warnings; None

Words; 1.125

A/N; Hi guys! Sorry for any typos, hope you have a wonderful day. The gif isn't mine. I'm loving the series so far, I hope to hear your thoughts. xxx

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(the gif is Tom's face while he is listening to you)

Chapter Five, the same day

He gracefully settled, his hands were holding his tea cup, first thing you realized was how big his hands are and you remembered something your gay bestie said about man with large hands, you blushed. ''I thought maybe..'' Tom stopped, he is usually good with words and first impressions but right now.. he found himself lost for words. ''Sorry, allow me to start over,'' he extended his big hand ''I2m Tom.'' you took his hand, it was warm, and smooth. ''Y/N, nice to meet you.'' He noticed your American accent and raised his golden eyebrow in a questioning manner. ''Pleasure is all mine. I assume you're from America.'' He noticed how soft your hand is, he liked it. ''Yes, I used to live in NewYork, came here for college, just few months ago.'' you shortly explained.

''New York? I did a play in there. The city life was something else.'' He chuckled more to himself, you smiled at his blushed cheeks. His face seemed familiar to you, like you saw him somewhere before, ''I'm sorry but you look so familiar... maybe I watched your play, what was it called?''

Tom's theory of you being a fan was false then, however it was good because now he could express himself more freely. ''Betrayal by Harold Pinter.''

''I haven't seen that one but I've read it myself. What was your part?'' you noticed the spark of light in his ocean eyes when you asked him about his job, you made a mental note. ''Robert. We played at Jacob's Theatre, I've read the play when I was a student but to be a part of it years later... I cannot describe how happy I was.'' He looked like a little boy talking about his favorite toy. You loved it.

''In Pinter's world life is a battle,'' you said pushing your notebook aside, ''between men but in Betrayal its 2 men over 1 woman. There are relatable themes about the play, that's why I loved it.'' you finished, he had an expression on his face you couldn't quite place but he looked like he was pleased to hear what you said about the play. You are a smart woman after all.

Talking about plays, theatre, Shakespeare etc. it seemed like it had been only five minutes but when you looked outside oh boy, it was getting late. ''Good Lord,'' Tom expressed exhaling, ''We've been talking for hours. I apologies if I kept you from studying.'' he looked cute when he is nervos. ''No, no not at all. I always choose a good conversation over studying. Plus... I wasn't studying, I was on a job hunt.''

''How did it go?'' He seemed interested, ''Not good, I applied to few places online.'' You looked outside again to change the subject, ''I'm sorry Tom but I have to go. I have classes early tomorrow. I must admit, I loved talking to you.'' you saw his pale face blush deeply, he was a gentleman. He helped you carry your backpack, paid the bill, you refused and wanted to give the money to him but he declined, said you already paid with a friendly and deep conversation. Now you were outside of the coffee shop, it was damn cold. ''I would like to walk with you to the tubs. If that is okay with you?'' You didn't expect that, you thought why not. ''Thank you Tom, you're too kind.''

As you both walked side by side your hand went inside the pocket of your jacket, the drawing was there. ''I enjoyed our talk very much.'' he said again, ''The feeling is mutual Tom, you didn't have to walk here with me though. It's so damn cold in this country.'' He laughed at your reaction, ''So I take it you don't like cold.''

''I hate it.'' You quickly responded which made him laugh again, ''This is nothing compared to the Viking lands.'' You gave him a puzzled look, ''Viking lands?'' you said sarcastically, this time you laughed. ''I hope you'll like London one day, must be different from home?''

''Yes, to be honest I didn't even unpack most of my boxes, its just.. doesn't feel like home, yet. Back at home I have my bestie, my family and friends but here, I have professors, a group of class mates and this random dude I've met from the café.'' You both laughed together, ''How do you like this guy so far, this random dude you've met?'' oh two can play this game Tommy, ''He is alright, I guess. So damn tall my neck hurts.'' on your way to the tubs you both made sarcastic comments about each other, laughed, chuckled and it felt like you were just old friends, you have noticed how comfortable you are at the moment. ''Maybe you need someone to make this city home.'' Tom's comment made you stop walking, ''Never thought about it that way, maybe you're right.'' Tom was testing waters, he didn't want a simple fling with you, you seemed to be a nice person, kind and with a little attitude, he geniuenly enjoyed your company and it wouldn2t hurt to have a new friend.

''This is me.'' you said pulling Tom from his deep thoughts, ''Please get home safely Y/N.'' before you left you held his arm, made him stop. He looked confused, ''I want to give you this. I never thanked you properly before, you know the cake and the earl grey tea.'' It was a folded yellow paper, ''Open it at home. See you soon Tom.''

When Tom got back home he sat on his kitchen stool and opened the paper you gave. It was just was he expected, the drawing. It wasn2t just him, you also drew Bobby, his dog too. He had a dreamy smile on his face, as he stood up to hang the drawing on the fridge he saw the small detail, you wrote your phone number in tiny digits, he had to wear his glasses to see the numbers. Was it too late to call you or text you? He was standing in front of his fridge, holding the drawing and trying to make a desicion. Did he really want a new friend or just something casual? He wasn't sure if he had time for you because in few weeks he had to fly to shoot the new Loki series and... you had no idea about him or his hectic life. It had been a while since he got into a relationship and he got frustrated with himself, it was too soon to think about such things but your smile ade him inhale deeply. You are an intelligent and beautiful woman and Tom would love to have you in his life.

Chapter 6

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Coffee Shop

Summary; As a university student in London you were just trying to get to know the city, the beautiful places etc. and a certain gentleman caught your eye.

Warnings; None

Words; 547

A/N; Hi guys sorry for the long wait, I was sick and throwing up everywhere. I'm fine now, hope you enjoy this chapter, sorry for any typos. Love u all. Text me if i forgot to tag you. (gif isn't mine)

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Chapter Four

Day Four

Your very gay and very loud bestie who lives in America screamed into the screen when he got your text about this gentleman and his kind gesture. After telling him everything and gossiping about your new life you guys hang up. You had your last lecture and tried to make friends. You figured that you need to socialize and talk to people instead of staring at them with deadly eyes. They were nice and 6 of you formed a group chat to talk and keep each other updated about assignments, lectures and juicy gossip about the teachers. You guys stayed in campus for a while but later you had to head out because it was getting late.

Day Five

Today you were free, you did yoga in the morning, ate cereal quickly and left your small flat, damn it felt so lonely there. You were looking for a job but had no luck, the money your parents send you monthly was running low, you decided to go to that coffee shop and search jobs online because at least you would be away from lonliness -aka your flat- and there is free wifi, you decided to buy the cheapest coffee and nothing else.

Your brain was too occupied to notice that blue eyed gentleman. He leaned on his seat and watched you walk in. You seemed distracted and he took the liberty to observe you settle on your regular place, set your laptop, put your pens and notebook on the small round table. You also had a newspaper.

Tom loved this little game that you play with him, he is the king of edging after all. The first day he saw you, he didn't pay that much attention because he was busy with writing a play. Even though his job was acting he sometimes write plays when he is inspired -no one knows this detail about him- when he saw you the second time he was surprised, the universe maybe had a plan. He noticed you were drawing him, he let you do it. He wanted to come and say hi but he didn't feel like it was the right time. You seemed shocked when he sent you those things, he was trying to figure out a way to approach you but you look like a girl who doesn't want to be bothered.

Waitress took your order, after she left he watched you huff and puff about something on your laptop. You rubbed your eyes quickly, he found himself hoping that you are alright. Maybe today isn't the day to talk to you.

You applied for part time jobs and also circled the jobs on the news paper you got on your way here. Jessie brought you the cheapest coffee. As you took a sip your eyes met him.

The very same blue eyed gentleman, he was here the entire time. You almost chocked on the hot liquid. He waved at you, you did the same shyly. You didn't know what else to do so you turned back to your job hunt.

As you were replying to the texts from your new friends you heard a thick, low voice with accent say ''May I join you?''

You looked up to meet hiz azure gaze.

''S- sure.''

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Hi! I absolutely love your work and I was wondering if I could request a Hannibal x fem!reader?

Where the reader is innocent and sees the good in everyone, something that attracts Hannibal. But she surprises him when he’s under attack and she just deadass kills the guy hurting Hannibal and her only explanation is “I don’t like the people I love in danger” (bonus points if that’s the first time she tells him she loves him)

Again I love your work, you’re amazing! ♥️

A/N; Sorry for any tyops, enjoy. xx gif isn't mine.

Hannibal Lecter was at his office, it was getting late, after he treated his last patient he wanted to organize his notes and office table. It was his custom, he loved organizing everything in his life, including the people he surround himself with. When he opened his secret drawer he found the notebook he used on you. You came to him a year ago, he smiled to himslef, he usually never dwelled on past experiences but he loved the memories he had with you. The firsy time you met was at his office, you had some mental problems and you couldn't cope with them anymore. You were so shy it made him smile, you couldn't even look at him in the eye for couple of sessions and he used a different approach to cure you, he became your friend.

He first invited you to a dinner at his house and soon you two became close friends, closer than Will and Hannibal because you caught Hannibal on a hunt. He explained what kind of a man he is and expected you to run away but you stood there and told him that you would never run away from a friend, you could see there was a shimmer of good in him and it was enough for you, that made your friendship closer.

However, you wanted more than a basic friendship, you wanted to be his and his only, and tonight was the night to express your true feelings for him. You got your bag and left your house quickly, your hands were shaking but you had to do it.

When you arrived to his office yu heard voice comig from inside, it sounded like two men were fighting, you barged in for the rescue, you saw Hannibal and Tobias Budge -you met him on an event- fighting fiercely, Hannibal had a bleeding lip and a bruised face.

''Y/N?'' Tobias couldn't suppress his shock, when you saw Hannibal, the man you love, being hurt a rush of adrenalin and primal fury came over you and shook your entire body, you could feel your blood rushing at the top of your head, you always carried a small gun with you. Without hesitation you shoot Tobias, he collapsed to the shiny ground of Hannibal's office.

Hannibal was out of breath, your eyes were fixed on now dead Tobias, Hannibal came to lower the gun you were holding tightly, ''Its okay. You can let it go now.'' he whispered to you, you did what he told you. He took the gun and put it away, he was surprised to see you like this because you always gave him the impression of a innocent, shy young woman. Today you showed him that you could be more, you had the potential.

''Why?'' he asked, breathing heavily, ''Why did you do that?''

“I don’t like the people I love in danger.” You simply said with a low voice, you looked up to meet his maroon gaze, noticed you just outed yourself, you told him that you love him.

He hugged you and planted a kiss to your forehead, ''I love you too.'' Hannibal Lecter was aware of his feelings but he kept pushing them because he knew you weren't ready.. until now.

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Coffee Shop

Summary; As a university student in London you were just trying to get to know the city, the beautiful places etc. and a certain gentleman caught your eye.

Warnings; None.

Words; 489

A/N; Hi guys! Today is my first b-day without my dad, that's why i wanted to write and get my mind off of depressive thoughts lol. Hope you enjoy this chapter, let me know what you think. Sorry for any tyops. Text me if i forgot to tag you.

Are you guys going to London Comicon to meet Tom? I've checked the price and its too expensive, even though i love the dude i'm gonna pass, i can't even afford to live lol *cries in poor*

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Chapter Three

Day Three

Your bank account begged you to stay at home but you couldn't help the temptation of a certain coffee shop and the smell of freshly brewed coffee. You quickly took your bag with your things in it and left your apartment building. You took the tube to go to that shop. If we were to look at on the bright side... you finished your assignmnet yesterday and sent it to your prof before any of your class mates did.

When you arrived you walked in, it was cold outside again, as soon as you walked in you saw that blue eyed gentleman on his regular spot, Jessie was serving him tea. The sound of the bell on the door caught his attention, he saw you walk in, you thought you saw him smile, without giving a second thought you went to your spot. You could feel his gaze burning your body but you kept your cool. You cursed yourself for not wearing anything fashionable, you had a oversized hoodie, grey pants and white shoes.

When you looked up you saw him talking to Jessie, she was smiling dumbly, you wondered what's the topic of their conversation. You just rolled your eyes and waited for her to come to your table but she didn't even look at you, just ignored you completely and went to the kitchen of the coffee shop. ''That's odd.''

Few moments later Jessie came with earl grey tea and a slice of a cake. ''But I didn't order these.'' You began to protest, must be someone else's order, you saw the light blush on Jessie's cheeks. ''Courtesy of that gentleman over there.'' she pointed the blue eyed man, your mouth was a gap, you have never experienced a gesture like that before. ''Close your mouth sweety, it looks unattractive.''

You looked at the man with wide eyes, saw a cocky smile on his place face and he raised his hand to wave at you, you waved back.

You immediately texted your bff, unfortunately he lives in America so there is the time difference. You wished you could see his face when he recieves your text.

You took a bite from your free cake and it tasted so damn good, -maybe because its free- the earl grey tea washed the cake down your throat gently. You didn't know how to thank the blue eyed gentleman, when you looked up to face him, he had the same cocky smile, you pointed the cake and made a okay sign, his smile grew wide.

Later you tried to focus on your new assignment, you were struggling because his presence - even though he sits few tables away from you- could be sensed from anywhere. He noticed you, acknowledged your being and on top of that, he sent you these delicious things.

When you mustered up the courage to get up and thank him properly he was already gone.

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Coffee Shop

Summary; As a university student in London you were just trying to get to know the city, the beautiful places etc. and a certain gentleman caught your eye.

Warnings; None.

Words; 345

A/N; Thank you for liking the story, sorry for any tyops. Enjoy! This chapter is shorter because I want to go day by day to witness the relationship blossom, it is a slow burn. 

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Chapter Two

Day Two

After taking few classes at the university you were done for today, you didn’t want to go home yet, it was lonely there. You decided to go to that coffee shop again. Deep down you hoped to see that blue eyed stranger. And you sat on the same spot, you looked at the place that man sat yesterday, unfortunately the seat was empty. What did you expect? This isn’t a romantic comedy.

When the same waitress came to take your order you looked at her name tag, Jessie, she had the expression of seeing a regular customer, you felt welcomed. Since you were a sucker for hot chocolate  you ordered it again. This time you brought your laptop because one of your profs gave an assignmnet and you wanted to finish it today.

After finishing the first page -which took you 45 minutes because you wanted it to be perfect- you felt like taking a break, when you lifted your gaze off of your laptop you saw him sitting at the same spot with his Mac and cake, but this time he had his dog. - you remembered the sign of ‘’animal friendly’’-

It was the perfect opportunity to finish the drawing and also draw his cute dog. His dog was well behaved, never barked or growled at anyone. He looked so cute and fluffy you wanted to pet him but had no courage to do so, it made your heart break in agony. 

The blue eyed man decided to take a break as well, he pushed his Mac aside and pet his dog, drank his coffee or tea, you couldn’t see it from your spot. You were praying inside to finish the drawing without him realizing but the fate had other plans. Just like yesterday your eyes met, this time you were not that shy, you looked directly into his deep ocean eyes.. maybe for two seconds. His eyes were so intense you lowered your gaze to your notebook. If you looked at him longer you would have cought him smiling gently to you. 

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Coffee Shop

Summary; As a university student in London you were just trying to get to know the city, the beautiful places etc. and a certain gentleman caught your eye. 

Warnings; None.

Words; 622

A/N; Hey guys! Here I am with another fanfic, I missed writing. I hope you are all fine and thriving! This is just the beginning of the series so I will be writing longer chapters don’t worry. Sorry for any typos, Enjoy.

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Chapter One

Day One

It was a cold and rainy Landon day as usual, you sometimes wondered why you choose to stay in this city. Instead of going to your regular coffee shop you decided to just walk into a random one, it was cold and your regular one was far away. As soon as you walked in, the smell of fresh coffee hit your nostrils, you loved it, plus it was warm inside and not too crowded. You sat near the big window which was facing the street, you watched the busy street. You took off your jacket and gloves, soon a waitress with a warm smile came to the table. She looked and talked friendly, ‘’Can I get hot chocolate please?’’ whenever  people heard your American accent they would stop for a second, even though it had only been a month since you moved here, you got used to the reaction. After the cute waitress left, you opened your books and notebook, yes you were in London because of the university. You studied in America and then -thanks to your professor who put you on a student exchange programm- you came to London. 

You liked studying or reading in a coffee shop, because you get to observe people and draw them, yes you could draw but you never thought you were talented. The curse of our society is that when we’re good at someting  we become blind to our talent. Even though it had only been a week since your school life started, you wanted to study because these professors here are demanding. You loved your field, which is literature, but it could be hard sometimes. On top of that, you applied for Art History course as well to torture yourself more. 

The lofi music at the coffee helped you to study hard, you thought maybe you can visit this place again.

When you decided that it was time to take a break you closed the books and looked around, took a sip of your now cold drink and you saw a man sitting few tables away from you. He was writing something on his Macbook laptop, so furiously focused, you could only see his dirty blonde, gingerish hair and his blue eyes. You noticed he has Airpods, he looked so focused on the screen of his laptop that it made you question whether you are that into your field or not.

You started to draw him, it was easy because most of his face was covered by his laptop, he lost his focus for a second when the cake he ordered came and in that split second his blue eyes met yours. Your first reaction was to look on the page of the notebook, your free hand went to your hair to play. You really didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, sometimes when someone notices that you are drawing them, they get angry and ask you to stop, so you didn’t want him to come to your table and make a scene. Minutes passed by quickly and no one came to your table, you thanked the Gods and Goddesses above. 

You had a quick bathroom break, when you came back he was still there so you still had time to finish the drawing. 

As you inhaled the scent of freshly brewed coffee you closed your eyes, when you opened them again you saw the blue eyed man staring at you. You decided to focus on your books and study guide, trying to ignore the blush creeping up to your cheeks. Was it weird that you wanted to talk to him? Anyways, you had to study, so you shrugged the thought away and turned the page of your Shakespeare’s guide book.

Chapter 2

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Can I request a Hannibal x reader fic where she's his wife and one evening Will randomly shows up at their house, while they're talking Will notices she has a bite mark (or whatever) on her shoulder/neck and Hannibal catches him staring?

You choose how it goes from there 😊

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Warnings; None.

Hannibal x F!Reader

Words; 666

A/N; Hello! Sorry it's short, I don't feel fine lately and it shows lol sorry for any typos, enjoy.

Will Graham’s mind was about to explode, ever since he got a job from Jack Crawford he was too occupied with catching the Chesapeake Ripper. He needed to share his ideas with his new colleague/friend, he haven not decided yet. It was 9 pm and he drove to Hannibal Lecter and Y/N Lecter’s house. On the way he remembered the first time he met her, they were an unusual couple and Will admired that. Y/N is a beautiful woman with innocent eyes and a cunning brain, you never know her true intentions until she reveals them on her terms. Hannibal is like the same way so they are the perfect match, Will thought.

When he ringed the door bell Hannibal answered it after few seconds, ‘’Will?’’ he seemed surprised because it wasn’t Will’s habit to drop by like this. ‘’May I come in?’’ He asked as he walked inside, he seemed stressed so Hannibal closed the door behind him and took his coat, ‘’Honey, we have a guest!’’ Hannibal slightly raised his voice so that his beloved wife could hear him. Y/N Lecter came from the living room to see the guest, ‘’Will, what a lovely surprise.’’ Will had conflicting feelings towards her, one could never tell if she was being nice or cold, those lines were blurred in her personality. ‘’Please join us by the fire,’’ they had a huge fireplace in the living room, ‘’we have wine.’’ And they all walked to the living room. There was a cozy atmosphere, Hannibal and Y/N sat next to each other on the sofa while Will sat on the singular couch, the smell of wine and the warmth radiating from the fireplace gave him a sense of comfort, a comfort in a wolf’s den he thought.

‘’What is it that troubles you my friend? You seem stressed.’’ Hannibal was the first one to speak after the few minutes of silence, Will look at Y/N and Hannibal, he didn’t know whether Y/N knew anything about their new case, ‘’It’s about the new killer.’’ Hannibal understood Will’s hesitation, ‘’Y/N knows everything about my job and outside my job. She knows that I help you and the FBI. You can speak about the Chesapeake Ripper.’’ This gave Will confidence. As he was talking about new evidence and his theories about this murdered Will’s colorful eyes caught something. A bruise on Y/N Lecter’s pretty neck. At first he thought it’s the shadow of the dim lights in the room but when he gave another look he was sure that it was a bruise and a big one, which made him concerned for her safety, could Hannibal hurt a woman? As he was talking and kept giving small glances on her neck Hannibal noticed the situation, he was, as always, quick to notice tiny details in any situation. Should he say something or let it pass? He was proud of his work, he loved to mark his beloved wife and he loved it when other people noticed things like this, they belonged to each other in this life and also in other lives if the reincarnation theory was true. He put his long arm to rest behind Y/N in a protective manner, his eyes never left Will’s shy ones. Will wasn’t a stupid man, he understood primal instincts and how they worked, Hannibal was showing that Y/N belonged to him and him only, and if Will tried to do or say something Hannibal would react to it. Y/N was smiling and enjoying the power she had on two strong and intelligent men. Femininity is a weapon if you know how to use it her mother’s first lesson.

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Fire on Ice

Summary; Tom Hiddleston is a vicious mob boss who is looking for his father’s killer, his reputation is depending on it and he won’t give up until he finds that man, and you my sweet little Y/N is the weirdest and the best thing that happened to him all his life.

Genre; Romance, mob, gang, slow-burn.

Warnings; Smut. Guns, blood. 

Words; 4,818K

A/N; Hi guys! Thank you for coming along on this journey, sadly this is the final chapter. Sorry for any typos, I love you and your comments. See you on another fic. (gif isn’t mine)

Final Chapter

Tom breathed the cold London air in deeply,  he was standing in his balcony with a mug of earl grey tea, as soon as he learned you were in London he got a ticket and came back to his home. London gave him a certain type of calmness and stability, it felt safe and secure. Tracking your current address was tricky but his friend Benedict finally found it. You didn’t make any sense on the phone, months ago you said you never met your dad because he died before you were born and now years later turns out your dad was alive and well. He was confused and sad. He needed answers and he wanted you so he called that phone number, hoping you would pick up. It was dangerous thing to do but he had no choice, he had to hear your voice and come up with a plan to see you.

It was early in the morning when you got a call, you jumped from your bed and ran to the study table at the corner of your room and picked up the phone. There was silence, Tom was waiting for you to speak, to be sure that it’s you. ‘’Hello?’’ you asked daring to hope, ‘’Thank God!’’ a relieved sound came from the other side, it was Tom. ‘’Tom? Hey what-‘’ he cut you off apologetically. ‘’Darling it’s so good to hear your voice. Where is your cell phone?’’ his first question made sense because he kept calling and texting but no answers came.

‘’My father took it, he said he wanted to keep me safe from..’’ you stopped, not knowing what to say. ‘’From what?’’ he asked curiously, ‘’From you. Tom, I know that you won’t hurt me but there are things you should know. Things I cannot tell you over the phone. Can we meet?’’ your eyes were fixed on the door, waiting for someone to barge in but it was too early in the morning and the house was too silent. ‘’I was going to ask you the same thing. Do you have a pen and paper near you?’’ and he gave you the address. You made up your mind, you had to tell him everything. ‘’See you soon love. I missed you.’’ He said with his thick British accent that made you melt. ‘’I’ve missed you too.’’

After getting dressed you went downstairs, there were few men in black suits and people cleaning etc. this environment was so strange to you that you felt out of your element, you just wanted peace and the universe misread you. As you walked to the kitchen you put on a fake smile, ‘’Where is my father?’’ you asked a man who had a chef’s clothing, he looked focused on the breakfast he was about to serve to you and your father. ‘’Morning Miss Y/L/N, your father is at the dining room. I will be bringing your breakfast shortly, you may join him.’’

The mansion was a huge place with a lot of doors and it was easy to get lost, you found the dining room and walked in. ‘’Morning!’’ you tried to sound happy, your father was reading something on his phone, he raised his head and looked at you with a questioning manner. ‘’Morning dear. I hope you slept well.’’ He locked his phone and put it  in his pocket, ‘’It was way more comfortable than my own bed.’’ It was true, ‘’I was hoping we could go out and travel, I have always wanted to see the city.’’ You said pouring yourself coffee, pretending like you don’t have a secret plan was hard because you hate lying to someone but you had to. The chef of the house brought omelet, warm bread, orange juice, various types of jams and you could feel your stomach rumbling. ‘’I can’t today dear, I have an important meeting. If you really want to go out I will find you someone.’’ You didn’t understand, ‘’What do you mean?’’

‘’I’m not letting you go out alone, I have enemies everywhere.’’ He pulled out his phone and called someone, later a woman walked in, she was a tall woman with a stern look on her face. You couldn’t read her emotions but she looked like someone who would do anything to get the job done, ‘’Meet Martha. She will drive you to any place you want and she is your bodyguard.’’ If you were to protest right now your father will probably notice that something is wrong so you tried to look calm. ‘’Makes sense.’’

Your father was puzzled, ‘’I thought you would say no.’’

‘’I get it, you are an important ‘’business’’ man and I’m sure you’ve made a lot of enemies. I want to be safe.’’ You shortly explained and shrugged your shoulders like you didn’t care. Your father smiled ear to ear, ‘’I knew you could see the story from my point of view dear. Thank you for understanding. You can leave Martha, my daughter will find you later.’’ He settled on to his seat again, ‘’Let’s finish our breakfast.’’

You tried to read his face as he was talking about how he started his business -aka being a gang leader and then working his way up- he seemed excited to tell you about his life, well at the end of the day every old person loves talking about their past but he seemed like he enjoyed your company and that felt like a dagger to your heart. He was an old man with white hair and slim body but years made him look tired yet he also looked strong, maybe it’s because of his power. He looked sophisticated, if you were to see him on the street passing him by you would have thought that he was a nice elegant man. You didn’t want to dwell on these thoughts so you ate your breakfast, ‘’When can I have my phone back?’’ you asked.

‘’Soon.’’

You wanted to scream but just shrugged your shoulders, you had to keep it cool. After breakfast you excused yourself to go get ready, you were going to meet your man so you wanted to doll up. It was a rainy day so you wore all black. A black long sleeved sweater, a leather jacket and black skirt over your knees, fish net tights, black boots. Before you left someone brought you a nice bag, saying that your father sent this bag for you. It was Prada, when you opened it there was a purse and a lot of money in it, was he being kind or trying to manipulate you?

Martha and you left the house, you were at the back seat of the car, looking cute and watching the trees outside, the mansion wasn’t close to the city so you get to see the nature before the buildings and streets. Martha wasn’t a talkative person but you get the few words out of her, she has been working for your father for like 7 years, talk about a loyal slave. She said nothing but good things about your father which confused you, ‘’You do realize you’re working for a criminal right?’’ you couldn’t help but ask, her pale face didn’t show any emotions, ‘’This world isn’t just black and white Miss, we all try to survive and your father pays us equally.’’

Rest of the road went silent, you were making a plan to leave Martha behind and just run maybe? No. You bet Martha is good at running and chasing people. You decided to improvise.

She drove to a nice place where it was crowded with people pubs, bars and restaurants. You spotted a Starbucks, ‘’Martha, can you get me a starbucks coffee please?’’ she parked the car somewhere, ‘’Be right back.’’

That was easy. You watched her walk fast to the building, you could see that there a lot of people inside so this should buy you some time. You left the car, you looked calm but your heart beat was fast, you could feel the adrenalin fill you up, you approached to an old woman, ‘’Hello, sorry to bother you. Where can I find a taxi?’’ she was a kind woman with short height and cute smile. ‘’No problem honey,’’ and she told you where you could get a cab. You thanked her and power walked. Until you climbed inside to the cab you felt Martha’s imaginary hand on your shoulder, following you. You breathed out deeply which caught the driver’s attention, ‘’Rough day?’’ he asked. ‘’You have no idea.’’ And you gave the address to the driver. You wondered how long would it take Martha to realize you are gone? You hoped your father will be kind to her.

Tom was patiently waiting at his house, he tried to busy himself with work or reading a book but he couldn’t. What if you can’t come? What was he suppose to do then? He sighed heavily, he was in his kitchen getting a glass of water when he saw a cab pulling up to his garden, he saw you climbing out and he dropped the glass, the sound of its shattering made him realize that you were here. He ran to the door and opened it wide, you were there standing and looking directly at him. For some reason you couldn’t move,  he was there at the entrance of his house but you couldn’t run to him,  something held you back. Burden of untold truth perhaps?

Tom didn’t mind the rain and the next thing you knew was his lips crashing onto yours passionately. Your hands went to his hair, pulling him towards you as if there was space, he pressed your body to his. The cold or the wind didn’t matter, all that mattered was both of you being together after so long. You pulled back to breathe, he closed his eyes and breathed your scent, his forehead on yours. ‘’Tom we have to talk.’’ You said unwillingly, ‘’No, not right now.’’ He kissed you again and said ‘’That can wait. First, I have to have you in my bed.’’ And he carried you inside bridal style which mad you laugh. You started to took off your clothes on the way to his room and once you got there both of you were naked, before you could look around he pulled you to his comfortable bed.

You kissed his achingly vulnerable lips, his body was warm and welcoming, you missed him so much you kept touching his body and so did he. You climbed on top of him, sitting on his lap, legs wide open on his sides. He leaned on his bed frame, watching you like a man who was bewitched and couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He missed how your body felt on him, your hands were entwined and you slowly took him in. Both of you moaned in sync. ‘’Don’t move darling.’’ Tom said out of breathe, ‘’Because if you move right now I‘ll come.’’ You chuckled like a child, ‘’I’ve missed you too.’’ After you adjust to his size and he calmed down a little you started to move in rhythm. He felt amazing and the sound of wet skin flopping  filled the room, Tom’s usually pale cheeks were bright red, his tin lips were parted and looking into your eyes, your soul to be exact. You didn’t just feel naked, you felt like your entire being was exposed to his ocean eyes and you had nowhere to hide and you submit completely. Giving yourself to him before the storm of truth comes and destroys everything you built together.

His hands squeezed your ass cheeks harshly, you yelled as he gave you few spanks. It hurt but in a good way, he held you in his arms and you held his shoulders, finger nails leaving deep red marks on his back and shoulders, you knew damn well he will remember this day later. ‘’Darling,’’ Tom said looking up to meet your lustful eyes, ‘’I’m coming.’’ He managed to say before he came into his condom, he flipped you over and now he was on top of you and riding his orgasm and it made you trigger, you came.

After that hot sex you both stayed in bed, not addressing anything just panting and calming down. He left you to bring a glass of water to you, smiling like an idiot. You smiled back, he sat and held your hand, playing with your fingers. Both of you didn’t want to talk about last days events but you had to, ‘’So,’’ he began, ‘’your dad is alive.’’ Tom made research after you told him on the phone, he learned that your dad was a mob boss just like him. ‘’Yes, shocking right?! He brought me to London. He doesn’t want us to see each other.’’

Tom was looking at your fingers, didn’t have the courage to look you in the eyes at the moment. ‘’Years ago I started to work for my dad. At first he sent to small business, like collecting money from the store owners we protect against other mobs, being a bodyguard to my dad’s friends. After a year I’ve proved myself and he kept me close so that I can learn the business.’’ You sat silent and kept listening. ‘’One night, he went to do business with a friend and never came back. He was killed by his friend, something in me tells me that your father is connected to that night.’’ He swallowed the lump, ‘’Look me in the eyes and tell me that I’m wrong. Tell me that your father is innocent.’’ And he looked up to meet your gaze, you opened your mouth to say something but stopped and that was enough for him to understand. ‘’I knew it!’’ he stood up fast, ‘’Of course I had to fall in love with the woman whose father killed my father.’’ His voice was harsh and it felt like a slap to your face, he was pacing in the room, your eyes went to his menacing frame and the exit. You couldn’t leave naked, you had to calm him but you also understood him. He was seeking revenge for years and now he was on a crow road, any small choice could lead to destruction. He seemed making a plan while pacing in the room, you stood up and wore his shirt, approached to him gently, ‘’Tom?’’ you held his shoulder and he stopped, the emotions harvesting deep down in his eyes scared you, ‘’I’m so sorry.’’ You said as if you planned his father’s execution, you felt guilty even though you shouldn’t feel that way, this wasn’t your fight. He took a step back, eyes watering, he got dressed and left. Neither of you dared to speak, you had no idea what he is capable of.

Instead of leaving you decided to stay at his house, he had to face you somehow and instead of running away from him –like he did to you at the moment- you were brave enough to stay and wait for him to come back, it was his home after all he had to come back.

It was late night and you had no appetite, you only drank water and stayed up, soon staying up was too hard and you fell asleep on his couch.

Tom was with his friend Benedict, he told everything to him because he had no idea what to do. Ben was a good friend and after talking for hours Tom decided to leave, when he came back he saw you which shocked him because he expected you to leave. He came close to see your face, he hated himself for putting you in a position like this because you looked stressed in your sleep, why can’t have a normal life? A beautiful home, loving wife perhaps… throughout the months he daydreamed about this delusion but he had to face the facts and be a man.

When you noticed someone sitting next to you it woke you up immediately. He was here, watching you sleep, ‘’His.’’ You said silently. ‘’Sorry I woke you up.’’ Was there a distance in his tone?

‘’I was waiting for you, sorry I’ve fallen asleep.’’ Even in a situation like this one you apologized. He took off his wet jacket and threw it on the wooden floor, the TV was on and its light illuminated the living room. Tom looked tired which made you reach to hold his face in your warm palms, he didn’t push you away , just sat there. ‘’You’re shivering and wet, you should change your clothes. I don’t want you to get cold.’’ You said as if you two were a normal couple and nothing scandalous have happened. ‘’Will you-‘’ he started but stopped, searching something in your eyes, ‘’will you stand by my side when I have my revenge?’’ you breathed out, your mouth tightened. ‘’I can’t promise anything Tom.’’ And with that you both sat there on the couch till the first pale fingers of day light came into the living room. None of you slept, when Tom noticed that it was morning he let go of you, ‘’Go,’’ he said, ‘’be with your father but tell him,’’ he turned to face you and you could see that he made his decision, there was no turning back, ‘’he is a dead man walking.’’

With an aching heart you left his house. When you came back to your father’s house he was furious, you were gone for a day. ‘’Where have you been?!’’ but when he saw your face he ordered his servants to leave you two alone. ‘’You went to see him? I must have known. How did he know we’re here?’’ you sat on the couch, dark circles under your eyes. ‘’He knows,’’ You managed to say, ‘’and he has a message for you,’’ your father laughed with a belittling tone, ‘’What is it may I ask?’’

‘’you are a dead man walking.’’

Within the day your father armed his workers and you could see that there were bodyguards in the front and back yards. You weren’t used to this so it scared you, you wondered what would’ve happened if you promised to be on Tom’s side, what was his plan? Can you put out the fire of revenge in his heart?

You had no emotional attachment to your father but after all he was your biological father and it made things complicated for all of you. ‘’Did he tell you anything about his plan?’’ your father asked you as you were having dinner, well, he was having dinner you didn’t want to eat anything. ‘’No.’’ your voice came out weak, you were mentally exhausted, ‘’Why don’t you go upstairs and sleep. You seem tired.’’ Your father noticed that you didn’t want to eat and you wished to be left alone. Before sleep took you into its arms you were thinking about Tom, you have fallen in love with him and it hurt you deeply.

The next few days were calm and silent, your father was busy all the time and it gave you the opportunity to go out –of course not alone- and see new places. Martha –the woman you’ve made a fool of few days ago- was actually kind to you but never let you walk alone, you didn’t complain, in fact you didn’t want to wander on the streets of London alone. She was a nice person and a good company to you. As you were coming back home you were watching the country side, so many trees.. you loved nature. Martha coughed to gain your attention, ‘’Madam, we should be home quickly.’’ She kept looking at the back, two cars were following you, ‘’Do you think-‘’

‘’Yes, Madam They seem suspicious. I have to drive fast.’’ She warned you and you put your seatbelt on, just in case. Those two cars cornered your car, you couldn’t see anyone because their windows were jet black. You pulled out your new phone to call your dad and tell him what’s going on but before you could do that Martha crashed the car, you hit your head and blacked out.

When you wake up you were in a different setting, there were yellow lights which made your eyes uncomfortable at first, it was cold and damp and you were tied to a chair, your head hurt badly. The place you were in right now must be an empty warehouse. ‘’Hello?’’ your throat was dry, ‘’Anyone there?’’ your knees were bleeding, you had bruises on your body.

‘’I’ve told you to kidnap her not to make them rash the car and hurt her. You are fired! Better yet-‘’ and a gunshot was heard, you screamed in fear. The gunshot came behind your back, you couldn’t see anyone and soon footsteps approached to you quickly. ‘’Are you alright? Are you hurt?’’ it was Tom. He knelt beside you, touched your face and you whined in pain, ‘’Tom? What is going on?’’

‘’I’m sorry Y/N, nothing personal. Thank God you’re fine.’’ He looked relieved which made you angry, ‘’Fine?! Are you fucking kidding me?!’’ you could see he was shocked to hear you scream at his face but he deserved it. ‘’Why the fuck am I here?!’’

He stood up, ‘’You are a bait. I asked you to be on my side, you refused Y/N. You left me with no choice. I have to finish my purpose and live happily with you. I’m doing this for us.’’ He looked serious and you knew Tom, if he had something in his mind he would do it, regardless of any bad outcome. ‘’Tom, this isn’t the way. Look at yourself, you look like you haven’t slept in days. You need to think rationally, let me go please.’’ You were crying at this point, ‘’Revenge won’t bring your father back.’’ Seeing you like this hurt him deeply, you could see his tears, you two must be alone otherwise he wouldn’t show his vulnerable side. He cupped your cheeks, ‘’Look at me darling, my love please look at me, I can’t rest until I have bring honor and victory to my family.’’ He didn’t expect you to understand because you didn’t grow up in a world of cunning manipulations, blood and murder. He kissed your temple, ‘’Let me handle this and we will be free.’’ And left you quickly, soon someone brought you food and water. You asked many questions but received no answers and alter you gave up asking.

‘’WHERE IS MY DAUGHTE?’’ the sound of your father’s voice woke you up, you felt adrenalin fill you up, you watched him being escorted into the warehouse with two men, when he saw you he was relieved, you felt a hand on your shoulder and looked up to see Tom. He had a victorious smug smile on his lips which didn’t meet his eyes. ‘’Finally we meet, traitor.’’

In your head everything happened too quickly, your father and Tom shared sarcastic comments back and forth, you heard your name few times, your father telling Tom his part of the story, why he had to kill his best friend. Turns out Tom’s father was planning on killing their enemy’s entire family, including women and children and your father had to put an end to this madness. Of course Tom didn’t believe him, the tension got higher and higher and soon guns were pulled. After that it was all blurry, it was too loud at first and then silence came. You saw Tom on the floor and your dad coming to cut the robes on your wrists and ankles, ‘’It’s okay dear, it’s alright. I’ve got you.’’ After you were free you ran to Tom who was bleeding on the floor, ‘’Call an ambulance!’’ you screamed to your dad, tears coming unbidden, he got shot through his chest and his shirt was dark scarlet, he was shaking violently, ‘’Tom, stay with me.’’ You kissed his forehead, held his hand, ‘’I don’t-‘’ he tried to say, ‘’Shhh , don’t speak.’’ You saw your father hesitate, his phone in his hand. ‘’Call the ambulance dad! What are you waiting for?!’’ you ripped a piece of cloth from your shirt and pressed it onto his chest to stop the bleeding, ‘’Don’t you die on me Hiddleston.’’ You tried to smile, ‘’Listen to me,’’ Tom said, his pupils were blown wide, ‘’I love you Y/N.’’ he said holding your hand tightly and before you could say anything his grip got loosened and he closed his eyes.

 The hospital was loud but you heard nothing, there was a buzzing sound in your ears, you were covered in blood, his blood, and waiting for the doctor to come and give you the good news. Your father was sitting next to you, Martha brought you water but you didn’t hear her, your eyes were locked on the door of the surgery room. Her jaw clenched hard when the doctor came out, the doctor talked to your father and he turned to you, ‘’He is alive,’’ He announced and you let out a deep sigh, ‘’but they have to keep him here for few days. Let’s go home and rest Y/N. You can come back tomorrow.’’

‘’No.’’ you refused and your father didn’t say anything he saw how you suffered and left you alone, later the nurse let you in. Tom was in the hospital bed, a big bandage covering his chest, he was in deep sleep, the nurse told you that if he was brought a minute later to the hospital.. you shook that thought away. None of it mattered, all that mattered was both of you were alive. You sat on the chair next to him and held his hand, soon you fell asleep.

In the morning Tom woke up before you, and when he saw you by his side, sleeping and covered in his blood he closed his eyes and opened them again. It was real, the last night’s events were real. He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and touched your cheek lovingly, he didn’t want to wake you up. He found a pen and a paper and wrote you a letter, later he stood up, before left the room he turned to look at you one last time, you looked like an angel, his angle. If he stayed there for another 5 seconds he would have lost all his courage to leave. He signed his release papers and his sisters came to take him away.

When you woke up panic took over, Tom wasn’t in his bed, you checked the toilet and the hall but he was nowhere to be found. A nurse told you that he left early in the morning, when you came back to the room you saw a piece of paper, it was a letter from Tom;

My love,

I’m so sorry that I’ve involved you into this, into my dark world. You deserve nothing but kindness and pure love, things I cannot give to you, I love you in my own way which is toxic and obsessive. I don’t deserve you, I’m nothing but a twisted man who is blinded by revenge, cruelty and malice. I have to leave you because your father is right, I am a dangerous man who kidnapped his precious lover as bait and used her against her father. However, do know that you will have my heart in your hands for the rest of my life, for I am bound to you in this life and beyond.

Yours truly

Tom

 The next month went in agony, you tried to find him, even contacted his long term friend Benedict but he told you he doesn’t know here his friend is. After two months of search you gave up, you asked your father to be alone and he brought you back to New York, to your old apartment and your old job. When your friends asked where were you, you smiled sadly and told them that you were on a vacation. You accepted your faith, Tom was gone and he didn’t want to be with you, it hurt you so much that you lost joy in life. For you everything was grey, there was no room for colors, especially blue.

As you were working behind the bar one night you were too caught up with work that you didn’t notice a tall gentleman sitting and waving at you, ‘’Miss?’’ he called with his British accent, when you look up you met those ocean eyes, ‘’May I have a large beer and fries.’’ You dropped the glass you were cleaning, it was Tom. Your body felt like it was fire on ice, he had a tired smile on his face and he looked happy to see you. 

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You have no idea- the absolute joy your writing as brought me. Hannibal freaking out and finding the reader asleep under the bed is a gift from the gods. Omg the thought is sending me AND ITS SOMETHING IVE DONE … multiple times 💀✋🏻 Thank you for writing this.

Thank you so much for your kind words. I love writing about Hannibal and comments like this make me wanna write more. Thank you from the bottom of my chilly little heart. ❤️❤️❤️

May I request a Hannibal x Reader where the Hannibal comes home and sees that the reader is missing. He thinks she's ran away, she broke up with him but didn't tell him, she's been kidnapped, etc. He searches the whole house and just when's about to give up or start a major freakout, he finds the reader. And it turns out that the reader had just fell off their bed when she was alseep and happened to roll under the bed and stayed alseep.

Warnings; Fluff!

Hannibal x F!Reader

A/N; Hey, thank you for this request it was cute to write. Sorry for any typos. Love you all. Comments are highly appreciated sisters ;)

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Doctor Hannibal Lecter was late, Agent Crawford decided to visit him and asked his opinions about a case so he was late and all he could think about was you. He called you before he left his office but you didn’t pick up, he texted you but you didn’t text back. He thought maybe you were busy cooking or with your friends so he drove rather fast and came to the house you guys are sharing. Last year he asked you to move in with him and with a bright smile on your lips you said yes. He lived alone for years and now that you were here it was hard for him to share but you respected his privacy and gave him space whenever he needed. Sometimes Hannibal thought that you were just fragment of his imagination, someone who is wicked and dark shouldn’t have an angle like you. You were a gift, send by the gods.

As he walked in he noticed that the house was too quiet, he hanged his coat, put his keys into the bowl and walked in. He called your name but no response came. He first checked the kitchen, maybe you were cooking but he was wrong, the kitchen was dark and cold. He went to the living room where you guys both relaxed by the fire and read most nights. You weren’t here either, he was a calm man but right now there was this strange feeling on his chest. Like a burden sat on him.

He even checked the basement, where he hid most of his dark secrets but it was empty except for the legs where he left to marinate. He picked up his phone and called Will Graham. Few months ago he introduced you to Will and you guys became friends quickly, too quick for his liking. Maybe you ran off to meet him and leave him behind…

‘’Hello Will? May I ask you a question?’’ Will only hummed, he sounded tired. ‘’Have you seen Y/N today? Can’t find her anywhere and she isn’t picking up her phone.’’ His voice was calm but he kept pacing in the basement.

‘’No, Haven’t seen her for a week at least. Are you okay? Do you want me to come?’’ Will even though he kept saying that he didn’t like being sociable he loved his friends dearly. ‘’No, everything is fine. I will let you know when I find her. Sorry to bother you.’’ He hanged up the phone and ran upstairs.

Where could you be? He regretted sharing some of his dark secrets with you recently, he didn’t tell you everything but he told you about his past, his sister Mischa. He knew you would be afraid of him and leave him and his worst nightmare became true. He climbed the stairs and checked every room, including the shared bedroom but you were nowhere to be found and he noticed that the bed was messy.

He took his phone and called you for the last time, your phone started to ring from the nightstand, why would you leave your phone behind if you are running away? And then he saw a blanket under the bed. He knelt to check and here you were, sleeping under the bed. He was so shocked that he started to laugh out loud which woke you up.

‘’Hey.’’ You said with a low tone, ‘’What are you doing under the bed love?’’ you opened your eyes to see and he was right you fell asleep under the bed. ‘’Oh no, I must have fallen-‘’ he helped you get up and he gave you the biggest hug.

‘’I love you.’’ Hannibal Lecter wasn’t a man who showed emotions everyday but right at this moment he felt the luckiest man on the face of Earth. ‘’I love you too.’’ You replied back and kissed him lazily, ‘’Come to bed.’’ You held his hand draw him towards you, you both fell on the bed smiling and fall asleep in each other’s arms.

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Fire on Ice

Summary; Tom Hiddleston is a vicious mob boss who is looking for his father’s killer, his reputation is depending on it and he won’t give up until he finds that man, and you my sweet little Y/N is the weirdest and the best thing that happened to him all his life.

Genre; Romance, mob, gangs, slow-burn,

Pairings; Tom Hiddleston x F!Reader

Words; 2.327K

Warnings; None.

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Chapter Nine

All the air left your lungs, he was your dad who was suppose to be dead. ‘’Dad?’’ you asked not believing. He opened his arms with a sad smile, it was welcoming but you weren’t able to walk towards him, something kept you at your place. His arms fell to his sides, ‘’I suppose you’re right.’’ He said silently, ‘’Why am I here?’’ you managed to ask, head high. ‘’You should rest first, we can talk tomorrow.’’

‘’I demand answers!’’ your voice was icy cold yet a rage was lying underneath. ‘’Help her to her room.’’ Your father said to a man who was standing at the corner of the large room, he walked towards you, he was tall and looked scary, you were tired, all the adrenalin left your body and you were shaking, ‘’We will talk tomorrow.’’ He reassured you with a tight smile, before you decided to follow this man you gave your father a look, wished he knew what you felt and then you left.  

As soon as you were left alone in your new room you locked the door and found your phone, Tom left you missed calls and text messages. You didn’t know what to do, your heart told you to call him and ask him to pick you up but on the other hand you found your dad, alive and wanting to explain everything to you. You had to wait at least for tomorrow, you had to learn everything before you could make a decision about Tom. Leaving him at the parking lot was a cold thing to do, you sat on the queen sized bed holding your phone and it started ringing, it was Tom. You declined the call –wishing you didn’t have to- and turned off your phone. He had to wait and so did you.

The Next Morning

It was early when a woman knocked on your door, she was working here in the house –you guessed- ‘’Breakfast is ready ma’am. Your father expects you to eat with him.’’ You kindly smiled and left the queen sized bed, turned on your phone and sighed deeply, Tom didn’t stop calling you and texting you all night. You left your phone under your pillow.

Your room had a bathroom, everything was shiny and perfect, you couldn’t help but be in awe, at least your dad was rich but you wondered where the money comes from, everything was perfect… too perfect. After taking a quick shower and finding nice clothes you went out, your father was at the back yard of this huge house, reading a newspaper and drinking his coffee, when he saw you walk in he put down the paper and smiled, ‘’Morning honey.’’

‘’And just like that we’re suppose to be cool?’’ you gazed upon the table with four chairs, you didn’t know if he ate like this every day because the table looked like a 5 star hotel’s buffet. ‘’Please, sit.’’ Your father ignored your sarcastic remark, you were hungry and you thought that the food probably not poisoned so you sat, far away from him. ‘’Prove me that you are my dad.’’ You still had doubts, he took a sip from his coffee and pulled out some pictures of him and your mother and the pictures of you when you were a baby. He told you the love story of your mother and him and when it came to him disappearing he stopped, ‘’Oh no, I’m loving the drama dad, keep going.’’ If looks could kill his head would be blown up right now.

‘’I had to leave you two because… if we’re going to talk about this you should know that I had to leave because of your boyfriend’s father. Out of all people in this city you had to be with him Y/N! He is dangerous and should be eliminated.’’ You could see the anger rising in his eyes, ‘’I cannot believe you sent your men or whatever to follow me!’’ you raised your voice, ‘’What do you want from me and my boyfriend?!’’

‘’Y/N, I,’’ he was struggling to express himself, you thought that maybe all his life he never had to express his actions to anyone, not even your mother. ‘’I had to kill his father.’’

You felt like a bucket of ice cold water was poured to your body, your mouth a gap, eyes focused on him.  He averted his gaze, ‘’I killed my best friend. There isn’t a day goes by without me thinking about that cursed moment. Ad now, his son wants revenge, as he should. I’m afraid that he might do something to you when he learns that I killed his father. He doesn’t know it yet.’’

This man just came into your life –rather you were dragged into his- and dropped a bomb at your feet, on top of that you were dating a man whose father was murdered by your biological father. It was too much to handle, ‘’You demanded answers and you received them. Do you really think he came into your life because of fate? You are my daughter you must be clever. He must have learned our connection and came after you.’’

Your body felt numb, there was a buzzing sound in your head, ‘’H- how?’’ you managed to whisper, ‘’He does illegal business like me and he has his men who can find him anything he wants. Now, finish your breakfast, we’re leaving this country.’’ A bomb after another bomb, you had to play smart and get out of here to learn the truth but how? You had no idea of what Tom is capable of when he learns the truth, what if he takes you as a hostage? What if he kills you to send a message to your father? Blood for blood right? Even though these seemed unlikely there must be at least 5% chance that he might go mad and do something harmful, something that cannot be undone. ‘’Where?’’

‘’I’m thinking Europe. What do you say? If you want to visit a country then we can go there.’’ He was talking as if this was a mundane conversation that you two have every day. ‘’I can’t drop everything and flee. I still don’t trust you, I have my job and my friends-‘’ he cut you off with a stern voice, ‘’You work at a bar and your only friend is your roommate. I should have taken you in years ago, no daughter of mine should live in conditions like that.’’ His slender neck was tense, cutting a bacon with a swift motion of his long fingers, he looked like he despised your life. ‘’It’s my life, I get to choose how to live it.’’ It seemed as if he couldn’t hear you, ‘’Your bags are packed last night.’’

The woman who came into your room earlier also came to the back yard with your phone, ‘’That’s my phone!’’

She gave it to your father, ‘’What are you doing?!’’

Your father looked at the screen, ‘’Poor lad,’’ he probably saw the messages and missed calls, ‘’we will be leaving shortly. Finish your breakfast.’’

Your father stood up to leave you alone,

‘’London!’’ you blurted out, he stopped and turned to face you, ‘’I have always wanted to visit London.’’ If he could make plans so could you.

‘’Perfect.’’ He said with a wide smile, ‘’We’re going to London.’’ Not knowing your true intentions.

Tom Hiddleston was a mess, he couldn’t sleep all night and now he was on the floor of his office, his face in his hands. At first he saw you as a job, something to accomplish to find the truth so he thought it would be easy but now that you are gone and he can’t even hear your sweet voice… The maddening silence was enough. He bolted to his feet, when he saw his reflection on the shiny table he cursed at himself, he thought you were just being close friends and now that he realized he is in love with you he promised to find you. He never liked defeat and giving up so his next mission was to call his friend Benedict and tell him what happened, Benedict was good at finding things, including people.

When you arrived at London you were greeted by a grey atmosphere and wind, it was a cold day. You remembered your conversations with Tom, he always talked about London, his home land, as if it’s a paradise but without him this place felt like a cold dungeon. You could only watch what was happening, your father has a private plane, you were served food and drinks in the plane, later you landed and a group of his workers came to pick you up. From what you heard your father bought a house. No I’m sorry mansion for both of you. His illegal job made him a ruthless rich man and the way he treated people was as if they’re just here to serve him, like their entire existence depends on it.

Your father still had your phone so you were trying to remember Tom’s phone number. You never thought remembering few numbers could be this hard and it felt like your life depending on it because honestly your father was a dangerous man and Tom showed you nothing but kindness over the months you were with him. You trusted Tom more than you trusted your biological father and it says a lot.

The mansion your father bought had 6 bedrooms and 8 bathrooms, indoor swimming pool, spa and entertainments room. This was bigger than Tom’s penthouse, bigger than any house you have ever seen. The outside walls were pure white, it had a huge garden with chairs and a barbecue place. You were so tired from the journey that you only observed the house but made no comment, you were in awe,

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=errT-_IvDVg (this is the house)

your bedroom was upstairs, a man brought your bags to your room and left, and then silence. You never thought silence can be so deafening, the windows opened to a balcony, you could see the vast forest’s green. You couldn’t help but fall in love with this place –even though you were here by force- after experiencing the toxic city life in New York this could be healthy for you. You took a shower and laid on your queen sized bed with smooth sheets and pillow, the house was silent and you drifted to sleep, your last thought was Tom and you saw him in your dream.

In the dream he was in a dark room, looking defeated and when you saw him you ran to him. He opened his arms wide, in the dream you felt like you are actually giving him a tight hug. Your happiness didn’t last long because Tom pulled out a knife and stabbed you in the back, you woke up in sweat and your brain was alert, you remembered his phone number and wrote it on a paper. It was 3 at night and you couldn’t go back to sleep, your fingers holding the paper tightly, you left your bed.

It was cold but you walked to your balcony to see the stars, silent yet beautiful night. All the lights were out so you figured everyone in the house, servants and your father were sleeping. Could this be a chance to give your boyfriend Tom a phone call? There was a white table on the corner of the room with notebooks, pens and a telephone. You walked inside and stood still on the center of the room. You tried to listen if there was any sound coming from downstairs but there was none. Your heart beating fast in your rib cage, what if what your father said was true? What if Tom just used you to get to him? There was only one way to find out.

You walked to the table, picked up the receiver. After dialing the numbers and waiting for him to pick up felt like a life time. The phone rang for 3 times and he answered.

‘’Hello?’’

As soon as you heard his deep voice your entire body went numb, you had to hold the edge of the table so that you won’t fall.

‘’Tom?’’ you asked, just wanted to be sure because it felt like a dream. You heard him move when he heard your voice.

‘’Y/N? Is that you? Where are you?!’’ the panic in his voice gave you hope.

‘’Tom, I’m so sorry for leaving you at that parking lot. I should’ve told you, please forgive me.’’ Your voice was shaking.

‘’Are you okay? Did someone do something to you?! Tell me and I’ll kill them all.’’ He was concerned for your safety, another hope.

‘’No, I’m fine. I don’t have much time but I’m in London.’’ You weren’t sure if you should tell him but you couldn’t stop yourself. ‘’My father whom I thought passed away years ago actually is alive and he brought me here. Listen,’’ you stopped for a second, thinking. And then you thought enough is enough, ‘’there are things I can’t say on the phone but please find me.’’ You started to hear footsteps coming to your room, ‘’What are you talking about. Where in London?’’ Tom was furious and he wanted you to give him the exact directions, ‘’I have to go, I love you.’’ And you hang up the phone, jumped to your bed.

Tom found himself saying I love you back to the his phone, you couldn’t hear him but he knew you already know. Now that he learned you were  in London he had no business staying in this pile of shit they call New York. He was coming to get you without knowing that the truth he has been seeking for years will make him question his actions, and his entire goal to finish his assignment.

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Fire on Ice

Summary; Tom Hiddleston is a vicious mob boss who is looking for his father’s killer, his reputation is depending on it and he won’t give up until he finds that man, and you my sweet little Y/N is the weirdest and the best thing that happened to him all his life.

Genre; Romance, mob, gangs, slow-burn,

Pairings; Tom Hiddleston x F!Reader

Words; 1.807K

Warnings; Slight  kidnapping. 

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Chapter Eight

You agreed to go on this event with Tom, but the things Jack said still lingered in your mind. Tom took the liberty to find you a dress and high heels, you loved the outfit. It was a green velvet dress, 

everything came in a box with a note and your roommate Sam almost lost his mind, when you read the cute poem on the paper you almost cried. Tom said he’ll be picking you at 8 pm and Sam helped you get ready.

Tom was leaning against the car door when you came out of your building, and you looked stunning. He bolted to his feet, opened your door with a huge grin, ‘’You look ravishing my love.’’ He had a black and white 3 piece suit with a green handkerchief on his jacket pocket, as you climbed into the car you could smell his manly cologne. Fresh and yummy you thought, after tonight you made a decision to ask Tom few questions, and tell him about Jack.

Tom drove to a fancy hotel’s ballroom, on the way there he was afraid to crash the car because he couldn’t stop looking at you. You looked otherworldly, like Greek Goddess trapped in this planet. ‘’I hope you wore the lingerie I sent you.’’ Oh yes, this motherfucker didn’t just send you the dress and shoes only, he also sent you a lingerie set. You felt yourself go red, ‘’I guess you have to find out.’’ He loved your sassy little mouth.

It was the biggest ballroom you have ever seen, well, you do not have an experience in that field but it looked beautiful. On the ceiling there was a huge renaissance style painting made of glass, yellow chandeliers and the paintings and sculptures of the artists filled the room. An old couple approached to you and Tom, his hand went to the small of your back, ‘’Thank you for coming Tom.’’ The old bald man with a grey beard said smiling, his wife was smiling too, she looked beautiful in her red dress, ‘’I should thank you for inviting me and my girlfriend Y/N, we love art exhibitions. Don’t we darling?’’ was he showing you off to this couple?

‘’Yes, thank you.’’ You managed to say, ‘’Enjoy the night.’’ The old woman said and left you alone, Tom was smiling and walking you to look at the art pieces, ‘’Are you planning to buy?’’ you asked as you guys walking, ‘’If I really like one of them, allow me to get us drinks.’’ He excused himself and left you for a moment, you were standing in front of a golden coloured statue of a naked woman. She had no head and legs however she looked beautiful with her womanly figure. You looked at the name of the artist and read what was written there, it was explaining the meaning of the statue. You were so caught up in the moment that you didn’t realize someone standing next to you, ‘’Good evening Miss Y/L/N.’’ you were surprised to hear someone utter your last name, who could that be? Before you could turn she stopped you, ‘’Don’t look at me, I don’t want to attract any attention. My name is Zenobia, if you want to learn what kind of a boyfriend you have..’’ she stopped talking, held your elbow with her thin fingers, ‘’you should meet me before you leave with him. Excuse yourself saying that you have to use the toilet. I will find you there.’’

You could feel your blood run cold, that woman’s voice came out concerned and scared, was Jack telling the truth? Were you in great danger? You remembered the time when you saw Tom’s gun collection, he always kept his business in secret and changed the subject when you asked about it. Before you could say something the mysterious woman disappeared, Tom came with two glasses of champagne, ‘’Lord, this sculpture is amazing.’’ You took the glass and watched Tom observe the golden piece of art, his blue eyes examined it deeply, one hand in his pocket and the other holding his glass, you couldn’t help but wonder if he could hurt you? Or try anything funny? You cursed at yourself for not taking any self defence classes. ‘’Is something wrong darling?’’ he asked you concerned, ‘’No,’’ you knew you looked weird but smiled, damn you deserved an Oscar when you kissed him passionately, ‘’Thank you for bringing me here. I love it.’’ Tom’s cheeks got pink, ‘’My pleasure.’’ He kissed you and you felt his harsh grip on your arm, your body was alarmed but you had to calm yourself, play your part and go to the bathroom when the time comes.

‘’Gosh, I love this.’’ You said to yourself when you saw an impressionist style painting, it looked like Monet himself painted it, the painting was about pathway of a garden and it looked like heaven, colourful flowers were on both sides and there was a wooden door, half open. You noticed Tom looking at you, ‘’I just love impressionism. It looks like one of Claude Monet’s works.’’ You shortly explained, he pulled you closer to him and kissed your temple, when people were gathering to dance on the dance floor his ocean eyes lit up. He you’re your hand in his and kissed the back of it, ‘’May I please have this dance?’’ when you looked at his eyes you felt this warmness spreading in your chest, you couldn’t say no. He gracefully lifted your hand in his and walked you to the floor, you could feel strangers watching you, all eyes were on you because let’s be honest, you were a beautiful couple.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q9wTbkuNwO0

‘’Follow my steps.’’ He whispered in your ear, he could feel your nervousness when you squeezed his hand hard.

As you started to dance your skirts swirling around your slender hip, he knew how to dance and he was a great teacher. You noticed that this was the first time you dance, you felt sad.

He perfectly guided you on the dance floor, he was pleased when he heard applause when you guys were done dancing, he kissed your hand again. If only he knew you had a battle  in your mind…

Later when he told you that you will be leaving in few minutes you froze, you said you wanted to go to the toilet and he wanted to escort you, he sometimes sounded like a gentleman from 1800s. You said you will be fine and quickly left the ballroom.

The hallway to the bathroom was empty, the sound of your high heeled shoes echoed on the white walls, you were nervous but this ache of curiosity ate you up ever since you saw Jack. You quickly opened the door and closed it behind you. The inside was empty too, you thought maybe that lady was just fucking with you, after pacing for a good few seconds you decided to wash your face to cool down and a tall black woman walked inside. She had a golden coloured dress and gold pieces of jewelry on her neck and hands, she looked serious. ‘’Hello Y/N.’’ and you realized that there was no going back at this point.

‘’Who are you? What do you want?’’ you didn’t mean to yell but days of  stress finally broke you down. She held her hands up defensively, ‘’No need to yell.’’ She exclaimed, ‘’Y/N, I’m a friend of your dad’s,’’ you never met your dad and your mother hardly mentioned him. You had no attachment or emotions towards him, ‘’He died before I was born.’’ You shortly said, she questioned you with her eyes, looked at you deeply, ‘’Long story short, I was paid to look after you and make sure you’re safe. You are really challenging me young lady. Fooling around with a mob boss, follow me. I have to take you to him.’’

Mob boss? Who is a mob boss? You were so confused, she held your hand tightly and pulled you outside, ‘’Who are you talking about?!’’ she decided to choose the stairs, ‘’Your boyfriend of course. The name is Zenobia by the way, I rule this city.’’

You had no idea what was going on but soon you found yourself in luxurious house, Zenobia was a strange woman, even though you asked a lot of questions she shut you up and promised that you’ll get all the answers once you arrived. Now that you arrived all that you found was an old man who had grayish white hair and the saddest smile. He was tall and had a white shirt and black pants, he finished his drink and stood up when he saw you. The inside too big, and had a lot of furniture and a fire place, the wall to wall windows showed a dark backyard.

‘’Why am I here?’’ you managed to ask, masking all your worries, ‘’You look so like your mother, it’s astonishing.’’ He said, not answering your question, ‘’I asked you a question.’’ You bit back. ‘’That’s the spirit.’’ He seemed amused and proud for some reason, ‘’You should be nicer to me, I’m your dad after all.’’

 Tom was at the parking lot but waiting for minutes was enough so he walked back to the building, he saw that most of the people left the exhibition. He checked the bathrooms, and the ballroom but you were nowhere to be seen, he asked the security but they had no knowledge. His hands were shaking at this point, where could you be? He assumed the worst, and the worst was that you left him alone. He walked back to his car in fury and called you many times, texted you but there was no reply. He kicked the wheel of his car, he got inside and shut the door. His plan was to go to your house and ask the reason why you left him there but he received a text message from an unknown number,

‘’She is safe with us. Leave her be.’’

He immediately called the number and someone picked up, ‘’Listen here you wench if you hurt her I swear to God-‘’ he heard a woman laughing, the sound was similar, like that time when he got a call from the boss of the Queens clan. ‘’Hurt hurt?! Child, you’re the potential danger here. She is with family and that’s all you need to know. Leave her alone.’’ And the call ended. He knew he had to leave you one day but he didn’t expected to be this soon, what was he suppose to do now just leave you with them? No, decided. No, he was going to find you and kiss you, hold you in his arms because screw the game he was falling for you.  

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Fire on Ice

Summary; Tom Hiddleston is a vicious mob boss who is looking for his father’s killer, his reputation is depending on it and he won’t give up until he finds that man, and you my sweet little Y/N is the weirdest and the best thing that happened to him all his life.

Genre; Romance, smut is here, mob, gangs, slow-burn,

Pairings; Tom Hiddleston x F!Reader

Words; 2.163K

Warnings; Female oral receiving, kitchen sex, no protection. 

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Chapter Seven

After that strange phone call Tom had a hunch, he bet it was the she boss of the clan Queens. What did she mean by meeting him soon? He never liked ambiguity. He sat on the chair, his glass was empty, it was late and you were sleeping. He never wanted to take a bigger step like that in your relationship but he couldn’t stop himself, he took his head into his cold palms, ‘’What have I done?’’

You woke up to the sound of your phone’s alarm, it was 8am and you were a hot mess. Last night’s events made you sour, you huffed and puffed and finally turned off the alarm. Tom left a note for you because he had to leave for work. You smiled at the little heart shape on the piece of paper. You took a quick shower wore a big shirt that you found in his closet and made yourself a breakfast. Since you were bored you decided to look around and admire the rooms. What really shocked you was that you saw  guns in his study room, you were just looking around and found a secret switch, you thought it was for the lights but the small library started to move away and you saw a gun collection on the wall.  You had to take a step back, ‘’What the fuck?’’ you never liked guns. When you heard the front door opening you hit the switch and watch the library closing.

Tom was dealing with a work situation, something came up with the gun trade, ‘’Fucking Yankees!’’ you breathed out when he finally came back home. Before he could see you in his study room you rushed to the kitchen, pretending like you’re eating your breakfast, ‘’Morning love. Didn’t want to wake you up before I left. You seemed..’’ he had a naught grin on his lips, ‘’tired shall I say?’’ he laughed. You smiled,- shyly, you were too scared to ask him about the guns. Were you in danger? You didn’t know what to do. ‘’You want to eat?’’ you asked not looking into his eyes, ‘’No, I ate earlier. Thank you.’’ He drank a tall glass of water, ‘’What’s wrong?’’ Damn it. He knew how to deduce, ‘’Just,’’ in order to buy some time for your answer you put the dished in the washer, ‘’I really hate working at that bar, stressing me out.’’ He came to give you a big hug. He was much taller than you so he backed you up against the kitchen island, you could feel his body radiating warmth. ‘’I know.’’ He said knowingly, ‘’If, if you want I can help you look for jobs. You don’t have to work there.’’ His tone was so welcoming and kind, as he wrapped you in his arms you forgot the guns and the anxiety you were in. He seemed like a normal guy who was working hard for himself. You exhaled deeply, ‘’Thank you but I can’t quit right now. I’m saving some money.’’ You shortly explained, looked up to meet his blue gaze, ‘’If money is the issue than you shouldn2t worry about-‘’ you placed your fingers to shut him up, ‘’Tom, this is my life and I get to choose what to do. My burdens are mine to bear.’’ And you kissed his welcoming lips. You melt into his mouth and became one, single soul. He lifted you up and now you were sitting on the cold surface of the kitchen island, you only had his shirt and nothing else and when his hand slipped under the big shirt and felt your naked skin he moaned. He was having fun exploring your mouth, his one hand was on your neck the other was on your waist. After this heated make out session he pulled away, and kissed your neck, proud to see the bruises he left last night. He pulled the shirt up and threw it somewhere on the kitchen floor. Now you were just sitting there with your hair let loose, naked body which he adored and worshiped last night, his fingers came to trace the dark bruises on your thighs, ‘’I’m sorry I hope I didn’t hurt you darling.’’ He kissed them one by one, ‘’No Tom. You didn’t hurt me.’’ You loved seeing those bruises and hand prints, ‘’Stay like this.’’ He said and pulled away from your body, you pouted your lips, immediately needing his warmth, he pulled a stool to sit between your wide open legs, you didn’t understand at first, ‘’I think I will have some dessert.’’ He pushed your legs wider and thanks to the morning light entering the kitchen he get to see you fully exposed, you felt your face burning.

Your wet cunt was on display for him and only him, and he knew that you would only be like this with him.

He first kissed the inside of your thighs, looking up at you for consent and you simply nodded.

Later used both of his hands to open you up and you moaned, covering your mouth with your hand, Tom reached to pull your hand away. ‘’I will hear you scream my name like a prayer darling.’’ You were shocked at his boldness.

He focused on your wet core, you could feel his hot breath fanning your aching cut, he gave small kisses here and there, later started to give open mouth kisses and biting the lips, you were a moaning mess, no man ever treated you like this. He inserted a finger while sucking your clit, pumping the finger and out, he had no other business meetings so he was free today and until you had to leave for work his plan was to fuck you. Today Tom made a decision, he decided to give in to his temptations because he loved spending time with you and he wanted to get to know you better. He even found himself imagining a future with you, in London. Deep in his heart he felt that you had no bond with his father’s death so he decided to never reveal his true intentions and go with the flow.

Your hands went to his golden locks, pulling his mouth towards your wet core, the wet obscene sounds your cunt made filled the room, you could hear Tom’s moaning and sending vibration to your cunt. You had no time to be ashamed right now, all you felt was pure pleasure he was giving you and you knew it by heart that he was enjoying it, he was enjoying being buried between your thighs. This man was a pussy pleaser and his partner’s needs always come first than his.

He added another finger and started scissoring your walls inside, you screamed his name over and over again like he predicted, his mouth lapping and fingers working to send you over the edge and he managed to make you squirt right on his kitchen island, you tried to push him away screaming but he didn’t let go, he didn’t care if his white dress shirt was covered in your juice –it was a lot by the way-  and he also didn’t care that you made a huge mess, he helped you calm down with his mouth and fingers. You were spent, after you came down from your high you didn’t know what to say you were just shocked that it happened. He get you to squirt.

‘’Tom I-‘’ you wanted to apologies for making a mess but he stopped you with a kiss, you could taste yourself in his mouth and when he pulled away you could see how pleased he was. ‘’That was the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.’’ He wasn’t lying and you didn’t doubt him. You wanted to please him too and you reached for his belt, he helped you take it off but before you could reach to pump his cock he flipped you over, now your chest was on the cold kitchen island, he pulled you towards himself a little for a better position and he pushed his hard cock inside you with a single movement. You were still sensitive and your vision got blurry. ‘’F- fuuuuuuuck’’ he whispered, ‘’So tight.’’

He pulled out  completely and pushed back in again, holding you firmly, ‘’You like that? Listen, do you hear the sound your wet pussy makes?’’ his accent was the first thing you were attracted when you met him days ago at your bar and again, his accent could make you come if he tried hard. He was faster than last time, what you didn’t know was that he kept imagining last night while he was at work. He was already hard when he walked in to his hose and seeing you in his shirt made things to him. Sounds of both of your whimpers and curses filled the kitchen, you were holding the edges of the marble kitchen island, knuckles turning pale. ‘’Fuck’ I’m coming.’’ He said holding your throat rather harshly, you didn’t complain. ‘’Cum in me please, Tom ah-‘’ after few sloppy movements he came in your tight, used hole. Feeling his seed in you made you cum again.

The aftercare was amazing. He flipped you back, kissed you lazily and told you to not move, when he came back he had a wet piece of white cloth to clean your cunt and legs, he helped you wear his shirt and carried you back to bed. Since our shift was late at night and Tom’s business meetings were late you guys napped together. He wrapped you in his pale arms and you happily closed your eyes, you fell asleep hearing his calming heartbeat.

Your work was normal, same old same old, however you were wondering where Jack was. It had been days and you didn’t see him anywhere, you hoped that he was healthy and well.

Rest of your night was hectic because there was a stupid match on the TV and the inside was crowded, tips were insane though, when your shift ended you got your things and left the bar, the street was dark and silent. As you were walking and minding your own business someone, a man pulled you by your arm to a dark alley, he covered your hand so that you can’t scream for help. When he pushed you to a wall you could see that it was Jack. ‘’Y/N, don’t scream. I’m here to help.’’ He pulled his hand away, took a step back, you were o shocked that your body froze. ‘’W- WHAT THE FUCK JACK?!’’ you screamed at his face, ‘’I know, I’m sorry but I had to make sure that no one can see us. I don’t have much time. I’m leaving the city and never coming back. You must know that-‘’ he swallowed hard, ‘’you are in great danger.’’ He made no sense, ‘’What do you mean by that? And where are you going?’’

‘’I can’t say too much but, that guy you’re with, he isn’t a good person. Watch your back.’’ Before you could say anything or response –you were still frozen- he disappeared into the night, you had to rest there and calm yourself for few minutes, you had no idea of what was going on but you remembered Tom’s gun collection, and the things Jack said… your phone was ringing and with shaking hands you pulled it out of your bag, Tom was calling. You declined the call and started to walk to the bus station. You had to go home and relax before you can speak to him. How did Jack know that you’re with Tom? What kind of a danger he was talking about?

When you got to home you took a long shower, wore your pjs and laid on your not so comfortable bed, Tom gave you another call, you had to pick it up because he knew you were working late and you didn’t want him to worry and call the police or something.

‘’Hey Tom.’’ Your voice came out cold and tired,

‘’Hello love. Are you home yet?’’ he asked, you could hear some background voice like TV,

‘’Yes, yes I- uh- I’m tired. Can we talk later?’’

‘’Yes sure but before we hang up I have to tell you, there is an event I have to go and I don’t want to go there alone. Would you like to accompany me?’’ he quickly asked, he wanted to ask you this in person but he couldn’t wait.

‘’What kind of an event?’’

‘’It’s a fundraising for unemployed artists, they get to show their paintings and sculptures to the rich society and at the end of the night we can buy or leave a donation. We can talk about the details tomorrow but please consider it. I would hate to go there alone.’’

‘’I will consider it, good night Tom.’’

‘’Night love. Sleep well.’’

Chapter 8

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Fire on Ice

Summary; Tom Hiddleston is a vicious mob boss who is looking for his father’s killer, his reputation is depending on it and he won’t give up until he finds that man, and you my sweet little Y/N is the weirdest and the best thing that happened to him all his life.

Genre; Romance, smut is here, mob, gangs, slow-burn,

Pairings; Tom Hiddleston x F!Reader

Words; 2.835K

Warnings; Oral sex, vaginal sex, wrap it before you tap it! SMUT! fingering. 

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Chapter Six

Tom out did himself with this, he found people inside to do it. Before he came to America, New York he heard that there is an old black woman who gives jazz concerts at her house on every Saturday, it was for free but donations were accepted and since the concert takes place at her house the audience numbers were limited but he got in. He always admired Harlem and its culture of jazz and he wanted to share it with his girlfriend. As you two were climbing the stairs to this woman’s apartment he was explaining the concert, ‘’ Every Sunday for more than a decade, rain or shine, with no vacations, a jazz concert has taken place in the parlor of Marjorie Eliot's home on what she calls the northern tip of Harlem. Her weekly free concerts in the living room of her apartment are legendary in Harlem and an institution for jazz lovers citywide.’’ The concert takes place between 3:30 PM and 6PM, he was so giddy and child like that you couldn’t help but smile. You loved jazz music but no one took you to a jazz concert before so you didn’t know what to wear and ended up wearing a yellow sundress and comfortable shoes, Tom also looked comfortable with his blue shirt and jeans. His hair was pushed back, he had black sunglasses, –he took them of when you guys entered the building- ‘’You said there were no tickets to pay?’’ climbing the stairs was tiring because there wasn’t any elevator in the building, ‘’Yes, it’s for free but donations are highly appreciated. I’m planning on writing a check.’’ He shortly explained guiding you to the brown door, his large hand was on the small of your back. Oh the things you wanted his hands to do to you.. ever since that passionate kiss your mind was in the gutter.

It was a small flat with colorful furniture, only 20 people were inside, it felt like you entered a friend’s house who promised to give you a show, so warm and welcoming. You smiled at everyone you met and talked, before the concert began a young man offered you drinks and you didn’t say no. Tom surprised you actually, you never thought that he would take you somewhere like this place, driving hours away from his penthouse etc. You noticed that he was silent usually and observing his environment which was a good thing but when he wasn’t looking at you or his focus was somewhere else, you saw a grim shadow in his ocean eyes, something wanted to come out but Tom was pushing it far behind. He still didn’t give a proper explanation about the phone call and the thing he said but for today you didn’t want to ruin the mood, he did something nice for you.

When the lady of the house came to give the concert you and Tom sat on the light green couch, you’re back was on his chest so you couldn’t see his face but his hand was playing with your soft hair, you were both relaxed on the comfortable couch.

This woman’s voice was divine, it made you experience your soul on a new level, it brought you to places… holy. Tom was enjoying himself too, ‘’Do you like it?’’ he whispered, ‘’I loved it.’’ You said and turned to give him a kiss, his lips met yours like a missing part of the puzzle, you could smell the ice cream you guys ate before coming here, you had to pull away before things got heated, you were in public. Tom kept playing with your hair, if you were not too caught up in the moment and that woman’s divine voice, you would have noticed Tom kissing your head or smelling your sweet shampoo.

After the marvelous show Tom didn’t forget to write a check, you were waiting for him outside of the building, it was 6:45 PM and the sun was setting slowly, printing the walls of the streets with the red and orange colors and you allowed yourself to breathe deeply, your eyes were shut and you sent a message to the universe, ‘’Thank you for today.’’ Lately you felt lucky, it wasn’t just because of Tom, you had a bestie who always backed you up, you got good tips from your job and you were saving money, things were looking up for you.. or were they?

Tom came with a smile on his lips, he put his glasses on, ‘’Tom, Thank you so much! It was an amazing concert.’’ You started to walk hand in hand, his car was a bit far away from the building, ‘’I hope I made things up for you love. Yes, the concert was perfectly splendid.’’ You were swaying your hands together as you were walking, you felt safe and loved. His presence filled you with joy. ‘’Wait.’’ He said, he pulled his hand away and looked at you, since there was a height difference you had to look up to meet his black sunglasses, he held your shoulders and pushed you to a near wall, you thought he was going to kiss you but he told you to stay put and he backed away few steps, knelt on one knee and took a picture of you, you could feel the setting sun’s warmth on your cheeks, ‘’You look divine under the sun my love.’’ He said and showed you the picture, he was right, you looked happy. ‘’T- thank you.’’

Tom was losing his reason that’s for sure, he wanted to slap his face hard. ‘’What am I doing?’’

While he was driving you were on the passenger seat looking cute and trying to decide on a song, what bothered Tom was that the same car kept following him for hours, it was a black Toyota RAV4, a regular car. First time he saw the car he didn’t think much of it but as you guys were leaving Harlem the same car was behind you. In his line of work Tom knew that this wasn’t a good sign so without letting you know anything he called one of his workers, a fine man named George.

‘’Hello George, are you close to my house?’’ before he called George he suggested that you could listen music on your air-pods, he told you that he had to make a business call and you would get bored, you did what he told you. When he was sure that you weren’t listening to him he told George that he was being followed. He gave the license plate, it was unfortunate that he couldn’t see the driver because of the setting sun. ‘’I will get back to you in a second Sir. In the mean while please choose crowded roads.’’

You noticed that something was off, Tom looked displeased and on edge, ‘’What’s wrong?’’ you asked innocently, in these moments he just felt this urge to hold you and never let go, he cleared his throat, ‘’Work problems as usual. Nothing to worry about.’’ He kept checking the mirrors of the car and you noticed it. ‘’What kind of a work problem?’’ you asked.

‘’Should we get dinner and go to my place?’’ Tom suggested so that you would stop asking, he grew tired of lying to you, ‘’I have work tomorrow and its getting late.’’ Your voice came out sad, ‘’I can drop you off to work love. We can watch a movie and relax, together.’’ He sounded tempting, you said yes because he was an interesting man to be around and you definitely wanted to see his penthouse again.

Until you reached to his house Tom was too.. how should I put it? Scared? Annoyed? You didn’t know if it was because of you or his work problems, I mean if he didn’t want you right now he would suggest that you should go home. It started to rain outside and you guys were on the living room of the first floor watching Addams Family and eating pizza. You loved the Addams family because they were a perfect family, since you didn’t get to have that you consoled yourself with movies like this. ‘’I love this scene.’’ You said, at the beginning of the movie Gomez Addams says ‘’Look at her, I would die for her, I would kill for her. Either way what bliss.’’

‘’So you like their relationship?’’ Tom asked raising an eyebrow, ‘’Yes, don’t laugh at me but I’ve always wanted a relationship like theirs. Passion and their respect for each other.. the idea of giving yourself to someone completely. Sorry-‘’ you blushed deep red, ‘’No, keep going. Please.’’ Tom encouraged you to speak, ‘’I want a soul mate, someone to share the rest of my life with and be buried side by side.’’ You spoke eyes fixed on the big TV. Tom gently touched your chin to make you look into those soft ocean eyes, without saying anything he leaned in for a kiss, just like in a romantic movie you heard a thunder and the rain got worse, hitting the tall windows. As the kiss got heated you slithered towards him and sat on his lap, his large hands went to rest on your thighs, he was unsure of what to do, he needed consent before moving forward and when he looked into your Y/E/C eyes all the promises he made to himself about you jumped out of a window, ‘’Do you want this my love?’’ he asked. ‘’Yes, Tom, God, yes!’’

You kissed him deeply, tasting each other intimately, he started to massage your ass cheeks and thighs, your body had a mind of its own and was dry-humping Tom’s crotch, you could feel yourself getting wet and his semi-hard cock. He attacked your chin and neck, biting kissing. ‘’Bed? Or here?’’ he asked between kisses. ‘’Take me to your bed.’’ It was your first time with Tom and remembered his huge mirror on the ceiling of his bedroom. He bolted to his feet and you were still on his lap, he climbed the stairs with a speed you’ve never seen before, it made you laugh.  He gently laid you on the bed and took off his shirt, his pale chest excited you, he helped you get rid of your sundress, thankfully you had dark red matching underwear. His blue eyes got wide when he saw you in your sexy panties, ‘’You look so beautiful darling.’’ He climbed on top of you, as you were kissing his thin lips your hands moved to his black belt and you managed to take it off, he pushed his pants down with his boxer, his cock was free and aching. Pre-cum made the pink tips look shiny, you wanted to taste him first, ‘’Can I-‘’ you never asked something like this before, he was standing at the edge of the bed looking at your body and his hand lazily jerking himself off, ‘’Can what darling? Use your words.’’ His attitude became more dominant and it sent shivers down your spine. ‘’I want to taste you.’’ You knelt on his bed, came to the edge of it, ‘’As you wish.’’

You first kissed the tip of his cock, teasing him with light kisses, little licks here and there, his chest was moving up and down rapidly, when you took him in your mouth the animalistic growl he gave you made you moan and you pulled out, later took him in fully, he was big and juicy. His hand came to your hair, harshly pulled and started move your head for you, before this he was imagining to fuck your pretty sassy mouth and finally he got what he wanted. Your vision was getting blurry, he never hurt you but he wasn’t gentle either. You didn’t forget to pay attention to his balls, Gods he was huge! You could feel the vein of his cock in your mouth, ‘’S-stop!’’ he said out of breath, you though you did something wrong, ‘’I want to feel you Y/N. Please, I- I can’t stand it.’’ He confessed, you get the feeling that just like you, he have been dreaming this moment to come. He knelt to give you a kiss and tasted himself in your mouth, his scent on your body almost made him cum, he growled to stop.

He removed your bra and panties and without losing a second started to suck your nipples and give you kisses, you knew that you would have bruises on your boobs the next day. His hand came to play with your wet cunt and clit, you whimpered under his magic touch, ‘’Fuck darling, you’re so wet for me. Do you want me to fill you to the brim? Do you want that?’’ while he was talking to you with his low husky voice he kept playing with your cunt, the wet sounds sent blood to your cheeks, you wanted him so bade it made you look stupid. ‘’Yes, please Tom.’’ He positioned himself between your delicious thighs and he teased your entrance with his cock, he didn’t care that he had no condom and you seemed fine with it, he slowly pushed himself into your sleek folds, making you shiver and scream a little because it had been a while since you had sex and Tom was huge. 

‘’Shh, it’s okay. I’m here.’’ He pushed a strand of hair out of your face to look into your eyes, ‘’Look at me Y/N. Watch me as I fill you up.’’

It was the sexiest scene you saw your entire life, he was slow at first, breaking you open, when he was fully in your legs were shaking with lust, he kissed you to calm you down and pulled out completely, and then pushed back in, by now you got used to it, ‘’Move harder Tom.’’ You said but he looked uncertain, ‘’Please.’’ You added.

He liked the way you begged, it was a dangerous thing because he started to like every small thing you do. His heart was pounding, cheeks red, a thin layer of sweat covering you both and the wet sounds filled the big room. You looked up to the ceiling mirror and the way his back muscles moved made your cunt shrink, Tom moaned into your ear when you did that.

He was so beautiful that it brought tears to your eyes, you were mesmerized by the way he moves on top of you, so rough yet not hurting, you could feel he was close because his movements were sloppy now, ‘’C – can I cum in you?’’ he asked because he wasn’t sure.

‘’Yes, Tom please. Please just fill me with your seed.’’ Tom couldn’t believe his ears to hearing you say stuff like that. It was enough for him to send him over the edge, he spilled his seed into your used cunt like there was no tomorrow. Tom didn’t pull out, he laid on top of you, you could feel his seed in you, hot and wet. Both of you were panting hard, you could feel his frantic heartbeat, Tom knew that you didn’t get to cum so he pulled out and used his fingers. You were about to say that it was okay, you could do it later but he shushed you by pressing his lips and his long fingers were in you. Soon you came undone, hot wave of ecstasy washing your body, he didn’t stop fingering you though, ‘’That’s it, keep it going love. I know you can.’’ With his fingers and his mouth on yours you came again.

When you fell asleep in his arms Tom was wide awake, thinking of what you guys did, was it a mistake? Should he break up with you and find your connection to his dad’s killer in different ways? He watched you sleep, you were an angle and he couldn’t bring himself to think that you had a part in his bloody business. He slowly left the bed and went downstairs to his office, his George called him to inform that the owner of that car who followed him today was a member of the Queens clan. Later he got a phone call, he wasn’t going to answer it because it was an unknown number but he thought that it could be work related.

‘’Hello?’’

‘’Hello Tom. Welcome to my city.’’ A rich tone of a woman’s voice came from the other side of the phone, ‘’I’m sorry, who is this?’’ Tom had a scotch in one hand, watching the city through the big window, it was dark and rainy, just like his home.

‘’We will meet soon, don’t worry about that. What you should worry about is that,’’ she stopped for a second maybe she wanted to choose her words carefully, ‘’If she gets hurt I’m paid to kill you, and I won’t hesitate.’’ Before Tom could reply she hung up the phone.

Chapter 7

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Fire on Ice

Summary; Tom Hiddleston is a vicious mob boss who is looking for his father’s killer, his reputation is depending on it and he won’t give up until he finds that man, and you my sweet little Y/N is the weirdest and the best thing that happened to him all his life.

Genre; Romance, smut in the future, mob, gangs, slow-burn,

Pairings; Tom Hiddleston x F!Reader

Words; 1.668K

Warnings; First Kiss OMG! 

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Chapter Five

‘’So have you guys did it?’’ Benedict asked Tom, they were having a face time call, Tom rolled his eyes, thankfully Benedict couldn’t see the pink dust on his cheeks right now. It had been 20 days since he met you and whenever you guys got together he had this ache in his heart and his pants. He was sad to use you like this but also you looking at him with those innocent eyes turned him on. He promised himself that he won’t go that far in this relationship, as soon as he learned your role in his father’s murder he would let you go but he pushed that thought away for now. ‘’What do you mean Ben?’’ he asked like he didn’t understand Ben’s intention, ‘’Oh my God, you still haven’t shagged her? Really! Least you can do is to have fun mate.’’ Ben said laughing. Tom shrugged his broad shoulders, it was a Friday night, he had a long day of meetings and trying to find the boss of the clan Queens. He had no luck.

‘’How was your day?’’ Tom asked to change the subject and they talked for 2 hours before Benedict said goodbye, he warned his friend again, that’s what friends are for right?

‘’Tom, looking at your face tells me that you feel guilty so leave her alone. Find another ways to solve your problem. Good night my friend.’’

He was in knee deep in this situation, he stood up to get another glass of scotch and then another and another. Next thing he knew he was getting his phone to call you in the middle of the night.

You were trying to sleep when Tom called you. ‘’Hello Tom?’’ you sounded annoyed because it was 3 at night. You had a long shift and all day he was too busy to call you, that’s what you guessed. ‘’Hello love.’’ He sounded strange, ‘’I’m sorry I, I busy, busy with work-‘’ he was trying to apologies and you realized that he was drunk. ‘’Have you been drinking?’’

‘’Just a little,’’ his accent and innocent tone of his voice made you giggle. ‘’What are you drinking?’’ you sit straight on your bed, ‘’S-some scotch, I’m sorry, so sorry sorry s- ‘’ you made him stop. ‘’It’s okay Tom. You can make it up to me by taking me out tomorrow.’’ You suggested, he sighed, ‘’I love your voice,’’ Tom confessed, ‘’your hair, it smells soooo goooood.’’ You had some doubts about him, it had only been 20 days but he never even tried to kiss you. In these 20 days you could only see him for 6 times because he was always busy, however he never tried to kiss you and you started to take that personally. Right now he sounded sure of himself and you felt the spark again, ‘’I love your hair too,’’ you said can’t help but imagining his face, ‘’It’s golden and gives you a warm look.’’

‘’What? So you like my face too?’’ for some reason he sounded shocked, ‘’It’s late Tom. Go to bed.’’ You said yawning, ‘’If, uh, if we’d met in another life,’’ he stopped for a second, you could hear him walking the stairs to his bedroom, ‘’I think things could have been different.’’ You felt a cold breeze hit your body, what was he trying to say? Did you do something wrong? ‘’Tom, are you alright?’’ you didn’t hear anything but his snoring. You hanged up the phone in confusion and since you were already awake you stood up to get some water, all night you sat in the living room and watched your street.

Next morning as soon as Tom woke up he sent you a morning text, even though you were wide awake you didn’t text him back. The sentence he formed last night still ringed in your ears, you didn’t expect him to sense your anxiety. When it was lunch time he called you but you didn’t answer the phone, first of all you were outside grocery shopping which meant you were busy and second you didn’t want to talk about what’s in your mind over the phone. You thought you deserve an ice cream and on your way home you got chocolate chip cookie ice cream and walked to your flat. The door wasn’t locked so you thought Sam was home but what you saw surprised you.

Tom fucking Hiddleston was greeting you in your house, he was in your living room, sitting, legs crossed and waiting for you in silence. ‘’Tom?’’ you asked in disbelief. He didn’t look happy. ‘’Your roommate let me in and left. He seems nice.’’ Tom’s voice came out harsher than he thought, all day he tried to talk to you, he wanted to hear your voice but you kept ignoring him. You put the bags in the kitchen and came back, ‘’Why didn’t you text me back or called me?’’ he asked demanding an answer, you were standing, there was a distance between you two. You crossed your arm, ‘’Do you remember last night?’’ you replied with a question. ‘’Yes, I called you and we talked and then I fell asleep. You are ignoring me, why is that?’’ his golden eye brows knitted, his tin lips were tight,  a flat line. ‘’You said something last night Tom, do you remember?’’

He sighed heavily, ‘’No, I don’t remember much.’’ He tried to go back to last night but all he remembered was talking to Ben and then talking to you a little. ‘’Have I offended you?’’

You didn’t want to beat around the bush no longer, ‘’ You said that if we met in another life things could have been different. What does that mean? If you don’t want to be with me why don’t you say it to my face? I couldn’t sleep last night because of you!’’ This was the first time you raised your voice at him, he seemed surprised. 

He stood up to walk towards you and hold your hands 

but you took a step back, you were close to the dirty white wall behind you, ‘’What did you mean Tom? Go on, speak.’’

‘’Do not doubt my affections towards you my love. They’re true and valid. I like you Y/N.’’ his ocean blue eyes were soft and he literally had the look of a puppy.

‘’I doubt you Tom! Because,’’ you stopped for a second, choosing your words carefully but his minty fresh scent and few buttons of his shirt was open, his visible chest made you stutter and you hated yourself. You wanted this man to do unspeakable, border line illegal things to you but of course you couldn’t give in, instead you choose a different approach. ‘’Why don’t you kiss me?’’ you asked, too bad your voice came out broken and offended, ‘’Why don’t you hold me like lovers do?’’ you swallowed your cry.

If you knew what goes through Tom’s mind right now you would scream and never look back. Tom felt his entire soul breaking into little pieces and crushing to the floor, he hated himself for saying something like that, he hated the fact that he was using you to fix his problem and he hated his entire existence. He didn’t deserve a woman like you, you deserved to be worshipped and showered with unconditional love, you didn’t deserve to be dragged into his dark world which only consisted of blood and betrayal. Benedict was right, he should never let this happen in the first place, he knew you were having an inner battle of fighting your tears, you looked so innocent and loving that he couldn’t do this to you anymore. He prepared a small break up speech in his mind exhaled a deep breath but he found himself leaning in and kissing your soft lips.

You were startled at first, didn’t expected him to take the first step but soon you gave in. He pressed you against the wall, at first the kiss was like a touch of a shy maiden but when you moaned into his mouth he couldn’t keep himself straight and he poured every emotion into the kiss. He was angry, sad and happy all at once, angry because he couldn’t control himself, sad because underneath this fake façade you were oblivious of his true intentions, and finally he was happy because after days of wanting to taste your pretty mouth now he got you cornered and he got you all to himself. His one hand cupped your cheek, wet kissing sounds filled the living room, you were desperate for his touch and you let him touch your face, hair.

When you guys heard the entrance door open Tom pulled away, both of you were out of breath, cheeks red, lips puffy and eyes blown wide. You rested your hands at the back, touching the cold wall to calm yourself, Tom was lost in your beautiful colored eyes, you were a piece of art, or so he thought.

‘’Damn girl I had it today-‘’ Sam walked into the room with his colorful clothes and bags, ‘’Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t know-‘’

Tom smiled kindly, ‘’It’s okay Sam,’’ you could still see his heaving chest and it made you smirk. ‘’I have to rush home but can we talk later?’’ Tom suggested looking at you again, ‘’Sure.’’

You walked him to the door, before he disappeared he stole another passionate kiss from you, ‘’See you tomorrow?’’ he asked daring to hope. ‘’See you tomorrow.’’ You replied with a grin.

On his way home he had this stupid grin written on his face, he pushed his dark thoughts at the back of his skull, right now all he cared about was you and the way you kissed him back. Tom never felt like this before in his entire life, why? He couldn’t give an answer. When he got back to his penthouse he decided to cook for himself and plan a date for tomorrow.

Chapter 6

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A/n; Thank you for this request. I love it when Hannibal takes care of the reader. Enjoy. Sorry for any typos.

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    This week has been the worst for you, you were triggered constantly and your boyfriend Hannibal was too busy to help you, or maybe he ignored you? These thoughts and the things you’ve been through made you emotional. Now you were on the floor of your shared living room, you had a coloring book where you kept hidden in the back of your shared closet in the bedroom –Hannibal definitely knew that but didn’t say anything- everyone had their own ways to cope with pain and traumas and your way was to do comforting things like you did when you were a child. If the weather was good you would go to a playground and swing, pick flowers for Hannibal to put them in the kitchen counter, playing video games, etc. Pulling your coloring book out of its hiding place meant that you had enough and the daily life was too much for you.

Hannibal came home late because when he left his office Jack Crawford called and he was needed in a crime scene, after spending and hour there he decided to go home and rest. He was a busy man but he always had time for you, throughout the day you usually call him on his breaks and have a small chat, or bring him lunch, he takes you to cinema, art exhibitions, theatre, etc. He knew that he would find you in a stressed position, he walked in and threw his keys to the bowl, took off his long coat and washed his hands before he walked to the living room.

You were on the ground coloring when he saw you, ‘’Hello love.’’ He said and approached to you, watching you sway your legs and humming a tune. ‘’Hello!’’ you said excited, you were in love with this man. ‘’What are you coloring?’’ he kindly asked and sat next to you and looked at the paper, ‘’It’s a butterfly.’’ You said focusing on the paper, eye brows knitted. ‘’It is a beautiful butterfly, and good choice of colors Y/N. I’m proud of you.’’ You looked up to meet his maroon eyes to see if he was lying or not. He looked achingly loving and vulnerable all at once. You jumped to give him a tight hug, ‘’Hannibal I-‘’ you were going to explain what happened but he patted your back, ‘’I know love, I know.’’ He hugged you like there was no tomorrow, like you were the only one for him, he caressed your cheeks, kissed your forehead with his plump lips. ‘’Are you hungry? We can have breakfast for dinner and watch your favorite cartoon show.’’ He knew how to make you comfortable all the time, you felt loved and appreciated. ‘’Yes yes yes! Thank you!’’

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Fire on Ice

Summary; Tom Hiddleston is a vicious mob boss who is looking for his father’s killer, his reputation is depending on it and he won’t give up until he finds that man, and you my sweet little Y/N is the weirdest and the best thing that happened to him all his life.

Genres; Romance, smut in the future, mob, gangs, slow-burn,

Pairings; Tom Hiddleston x F!Reader

Words; 2.073K

Warnings; +18, male masturbation, dirty thoughts. 

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A/N; Hi guys! Hope you like this new chapter, things are slowly building. Sorry for any typos.  Let me know what you think, I appreciate feedback and new ideas. 

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Chapter Four

You waited for him but he didn’t come early and your body was begging you to sleep so you climbed the wooden stairs, you didn’t want to use the elevator –yes he had a elevator in his house- like he said there were multiple bedrooms, at the end of the long hall there were 2 bedrooms which looked children’s bedroom so you skipped that section and turned your left. One of the doors was open you walked in, it was his bedroom. You hit the yellow lights, the bed was white, had black curtains on the tall windows, there was a wall to wall closet, you noticed the big mirror on the ceiling and felt your cheeks go warm with dirty thoughts, you could smell his perfume, everything look neat and tidy. You had a wicked idea, you took off your clothes, put them on the single couch next to the tall window, opened his closet to find an over-sized shirt. You saw a white one and wore it, the shirt covered your ass, it was like a dress. You went to his bathroom to wash your face and go to bed and the bathroom was iconic. Floors and walls were white marble which had grey tones in it, there was a shower and a bathtub. You decided to take a quick shower because you smelled like booze and smokes. He didn’t have much products in the shower, just a shampoo and body wash and his bath sponge. His body wash smelled like pine trees and mint, you felt fresh, you wrapped yourself with the big white towel, the rest of the house looked like a hotel but his room smelled like him, after drying your body you wore that shirt again and climbed the bed, it was big. You were hesitant because what if he comes and sees you in his bed just now and gets angry? After all you didn’t know each other for a long time, you felt your eyes get heavy and fell asleep, you couldn’t hear  the ring tone of your text messages, you were too tired.

It was 3.30 at night when Tom came back, he noticed there was no sound in the house, maybe you left? Why did he feel sad when he thought of that possibility, he climbed the stairs and saw the kitchen and dining room empty, he climbed to his 3rd floor and saw his bedroom door wide open. The yellow light coming from the hall was enough so he walked in and saw you sleeping in his bed. He silently took of his jacket and shoes, he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at your sleeping frame. Your chest was moving up and down in harmony, your hair looked damp and he could smell his scent on you, he took a deep breath to calm himself, he felt his boxer got tight.

‘’Who are you?’’ he found himself whisper to the air, he stood up to take a shower, he was being silent in order to not wake you up because you looked tired earlier and it look like you needed a long sleep. When he was in the shower he thought if Benedict was right, he was Tom’s best friend and they knew everything about each other, his eyes were closed, forehead resting on the cold shower wall, warm water running down his body and an image came to his mind, it was an image of you taking a shower here hours ago. He couldn’t help but imagine you naked and washing your body, humming a tune. His bath sponge was wet before he walked in the shower so you must have used it, he imaged your hands using it to rub your boobs, coming down to your belly and between your legs, his hand went to his semi hard cock, this mental image got dirtier as the seconds went. He imagined you resting your back on the glass of the shower and using the sponge to pleasure yourself, soaking in his scent. Moaning his name like a prayer, Tom was touching himself, pre cum dripping from his pink tip, he tried to keep his whimpers and moans quiet. The thought of getting caught by you turned him on even more, he imagined you listening to him jerking off and whispering your name and you walking into the shower, getting on your knees for him and taking his length in your sassy mouth. Eyes on him and only him, that image pushed him out of the edge and he came in his big hand, hard. He had to rest on the wall, as he came down from his high he cleaned everything and left the shower, that white towel you used before was hanging on his waist. He caught a glimpse of his flushed face in the foggy mirror, he was ashamed of what he just did.

 The Next Morning

You could feel the morning sun on your face, to be honest you haven’t slept this good in a while. You stretched you arms and legs in bed and rubbed your eyes. You saw Tom’s clothes from last night on the couch next to yours, you looked in bed but he wasn’t here, ‘’Where did he sleep?’’ you questioned. You left the bed and washed your face, took your phone to see any updates and you saw Jack’s text. You though he was going to ask you out again but it looked like a serious text.

‘’We have to talk. Meet me at your bar tonight. It’s important.’’

You never got a text from Jack like this before so you decided to call him, you were afraid something bad happened to him. He didn’t pick up the phone. You left your phone and walked outside, the house was silent except the sounds coming from the kitchen downstairs.

Tom was there fixing breakfast for you, ‘’Morning!’’ you said with a low tone, he turned to face you, he only had grey pants, his chest was bare. ‘’Oh no, I was going to surprise you.’’ He protested throwing his hands in the air, ‘’Sorry.’’ As soon as he saw your face he remembered last night and his cheeks got pink, thank God you looked clueless. He came to kiss your forehead, it became a thing of his which made you smile. ‘’I made you proper English breakfast darling.’’ You looked to see, there were 2 plates filled with bacon, eggs, cooked beans, roasted tomatoes, cooked mushrooms and let’s not forget the blood sausages. ‘’Where did you find blood sausages?!’’ they looked disgusting but you didn’t want to say anything, this man let you sleep in his house last night and made you breakfast the next morning, you felt spoiled. ‘’There is a butcher I found. You should try it.’’ You helped him placing everything on the dining table, it was early in the morning so the view of the city was foggy, you took a sip from the orange juice and moaned, it was delicious, ‘’I made it myself.’ Tom said, he looked proud, ‘’Damn Hiddleston. You are a catch.’’ He rolled his eyes, the breakfast was delicious and you liked the blood sausages, ‘’Can I hire you to cook for me like every day?’’ you asked mouth full, he chuckled, ‘’I’m too pricy love.’’ You thought of ways to pay him but quickly pulled yourself together. It wasn’t just you who was thinking stuff like that, his mind was in the gutter too, you had a strange chemistry with Tom, unfortunately neither of you took a step at the moment, maybe both of you thought that it was too early, he looked like a traditional man so maybe he wanted to get to know you better before he sealed the deal. You didn’t know why you were hesitating though, ‘’Everything was delicious Tom, thank you.’’ You insisted that you wash the dishes and he went to his room to change, he told you that he had a meeting. While you were in the kitchen he found your phone and decided to do a little research. He saw the text Jack sent you, he remembered Jack, he had the tattoo which belongs to the Queens gang. He had an idea, he texted Jack like it was you texting, ‘’Hey Jack, can you meet me early today? I will send you the address, don’t be late. 😉’’ Tom wanted to throw up, he never liked this guy but in order to learn who you are and why the gang is protecting you he had to do it. He sent Jack an address and deleted all the texts. It was a risky thing to do. Tom left the phone where he found it and got dressed, before he left he checked it again and saw that Jack already read the text but didn’t text back, his plan was working fine.

Later Tom drove you to your flat, he looked tense but you didn’t want to comment on it, it was probably related to his work.

 Tom sent Jack an address of an abandoned house on the outskirts of the city, he knew Jack would come because he wanted to bone Y/N, the thought of it made him shiver in disgust. He was outside of the abandoned house, actually it was a beautiful place. The house had two floors and a big terrace, a big yard which was covered with wild plants, the color of the house dark red, windows were broken, it had a unique beauty to it, one day he would love to have a house like that to raise his children with- he stopped his train of thoughts when he saw Jack parking his bike. He looked puzzled, Tom stood up from the wooden stairs and came down, ‘’Hello Jack. I’m Tom Hiddleston, you probably don’t remember me but I do. I have some questions for you.’’ There was a distance between them, Jack pulled out a cigar, ‘’I’ve heard the name. News travel faster than you think Mr. Hiddleston.’’ He had a cocky look and Tom wanted to punch him, ‘’Want one?’’ Jack showed the cigars, ‘’Yes, thank you.’’

Tom wanted to gain his trust, Jack lit his cigar and together they sat on the wooden stairs of the terrace entrance, ‘’What do you want?’’ Jack asked, his tattooed fingers playing with the smoke, ‘’Information, my friend. I can pay you in return.’’ Tom was a man of his word, ‘’If my clan finds out I’m her with you they’ll hang me for treason.’’ Tom knew how the clans, gangs worked, he ignored Jack’s comment. ‘’Why is the clan protecting her?’’ he asked without saying a name, he was testing the waters, ‘’You mean Y/N?’’ Tom simply nodded and took a long drag from his cigar, ‘’No one knows but the boss. All I know is me and some of the clan members have to be around her work place and apartment man, I’m new here. They told me to gain her trust and she is hard one to crack.’’ Tom appreciated the honesty, Jack was much younger than Tom and he was new in the clan like he said, he still had a chance to fix his life and live with his own rules. ‘’Listen kid,’’ he thought better of what to say, ‘’I’m not here to hurt a woman, I give you my word. Where can I find your boss?’’ Jack’s brown eyes were fixed at a place at distance, his long hair was pushed back, he had a certain sadness to those brown eyes, like he witnessed something horrible and it left a scar to carry for the rest of his life.

‘’She will find you when she wants.’’ He stood up to leave, ‘’Wait,’’ Tom touched his arm to make him stop, he pulled out a check worth 30 thousand dollars, ‘’you seem like a nice kid, leave this town before it’s too late. I’m afraid one day your clan and I.. we will be enemies and I wouldn’t like to kill a young, bright man like you.’’ It was a lie, deep down he wanted Jack to be gone from Y/N’s life.

‘’Thank you man. I won’t forget this.’’ Jack took the check, and left. Tom finished smoking and threw the bud of the cigar on the ground, pressed it with the heel of his shoe. Now Jack was out of the way he had to find this she boss of the clan Queens. 

Chapter 5

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Hello! May I request a Hannibal x reader where Reader is Abel Gideon's daughter & was in medical school but dropped out after the whole "dad killing her entire family" thing. The FBI questions her when they think her dad is the Chesapeake Ripper & she is just v shy. Idk where the story goes from there but I trust in your creative abilities❤ @sourdrop​

Warnings; Mention of murder.

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A/N; Thank you for trusting my creative abilities, hope I didn’t disappoint you. Sorry for any typos. Enjoy. :)

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Y/N Gideon, a heavy name to bear these days, especially when your father decided to have a mental break down and kill the entire family. He saved you for last, you were his golden star, if you didn’t find a phone to call 911 you would be dead right now, that memory haunts you every single night and you have a knife wound to carry for the rest of your life. The saddest part was that you were a medical student and after this incident you had to spend your days in a mental institute, months later you got a letter from your school, they were saying that they can’t have you come back. They called your father The Chesapeake Ripper, what a charming super star name, now he was locked up thank God.

You didn’t understand why you were here, the incident happened months ago and you already gave your statement to the FBI, now you were in Jack Crawford’s office waiting for some people to come. ‘’Ms. Gideon, I’m so sorry to drag you here, it must be hard for you but me and my team we have some questions.’’ The tall man said, he was the head of his team, you remembered him because he came to your crime scene. ‘’I already gave my statement to you Mr. Crawford, why don’t you be frank with me, why am I here?’’

The door to his office was opened and 2 men entered, you haven’t seen them before, one of them looked uncomfortable to be here, his blue eyes searching for anything but your face, ‘’Not fond of eye contact.’’ You thought, you understood because your father left an ugly scar on your face, and it was unnatural for people. The other man had a calm expression on his face, hands in his pockets and he looked confident, as soon as he walked in he looked directly into your eyes which startled you, he gently smiled but it didn’t reach to his maroon eyes, he extended his hand, ‘’I’m doctor Hannibal Lecter, nice to meet you Ms. Gideon.’’ You took his hand, ‘’Please, Y/N.’’ the other man simply nodded, ‘’Will Graham and Doctor Lecter are here for some questions.’’ Jack simply explained, Lecter sat next to you on the couch, his scent was rich and you found yourself blush, he was a handsome man.

‘’Did you notice anything abnormal before your father committed his crime? Any change of personality?’’ Will Graham asked, he had a notebook and a pen, his glasses made him look cute. You averted your gaze, ‘’No,’’ you tried to remember your father before the incident, he was intelligent, loving and a smart man, ‘’Nothing out of the ordinary. Mr. Crawford  like I said before, I already gave my statement.’’

‘’There might be someone, copying your father’s work. We suspect that Abel Gideon has an apprentice.’’ All eyes were on you, you looked down to study your shaky hands, you hated being shy, ‘’I’m the perfect suspect, right? Gideon’s 21 year old medical student daughter takes her father’s work. Touching.’’ You hated being the suspect, wherever you go people treated you differently, you were like a some fucked up celebrity and it hurt you. Hannibal gently placed a hand on your back, ‘’No one is blaming you Y/N, we’re just trying to figure out who is the apprentice. Anything you say, remember can help us catch the killer.’’ He said with his calming manner, his low voice made you look up to meet his maroon eyes, you noticed something dark in them. You saw that look before, it was a look of a man who is hiding something… you shook your head, that was none of your business. ‘’He was my father until he gave me this scar and killed my family, until that second he was a respected doctor and a loving husband. That’s all I have to say. May I be excused?’’ Even in a situation like this you respected them, they were just doing their job and you wanted to help them but there was nothing you could do. ‘’This apprentice you’re talking about, I’ve read it on a blog, his next victims will be a well respected and rich family like mine.’’ You stood up to leave, ‘’Thank you for your time Y/N,’’ Jack said, ‘’Please don’t leave the town until we find this new killer.’’ You simply nodded and bid other gentlemen farewell.

As you left the office you heard strong footsteps behind you and Hannibal caught up to you, he held your hand, ‘’Y/N,’’ you turned to face him, ‘’Yes Doctor Lecter?’’

He gave you a piece of paper which had his personal phone number, ‘’I’m a psychiatrist, if you need therapy my doors are open for you. And if you want a friend to spend time with, again my doors are open.’’ He gave you a subtle wink, you felt the blood rush to your face, was he joking or serious? ‘’T- thank you Doc-‘’

‘’Please, Hannibal.’’ He gave a gentle kiss on your hand like gentleman from 18 hundreds. As he left you looked at the piece of paper and smiled, you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into. 

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Hannibal x reader when Mason Verger gets too close to their young daughter and Hannibal immediately goes into protective dad mode and his daughter immediately doesn’t like Mason. If you want, you can add that the reader is silently proud of their little girl for calling Mason a bad word. @iamcavainna​

Warnings; Mason Verger being a creep. Ew.

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A/n; Hi guys! Thank you for this request, I HATE MASON VERGER SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA. Sorry for any typos, enjoy. 

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It was a cold  snowy day in Baltimore, you and your daughter Aldona left home to visit your husband Hannibal. Hannibal got tickets to Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar, he was spoiling you and your daughter like you belong to a royal family and neither of you complained.

Before you had Aldona you and Hannibal spend a lot of years together. You met him on a charity auction years ago, sitting next to each other. He simply turned to you and said how amazing you smelled and he wanted to know your perfume, that was a strange remark, however he made you smile and you had a nice conversation with him during the auction. You didn’t know how but he found your phone number and he insisted on to have you over for dinner and the rest is history. When he got the courage to tell you what he does on his free days he expected you to run for your life and never look back but you listened to him and his family history and how he got here, you cupped his warm cheeks and told him that you didn’t care, for once in his life he was shocked.

After having Aldona he became more passionate, he always said he wanted a daughter and the universe gifted him with Aldona, he wanted to name her and you didn’t say no. He was from Lithuania originally and he didn’t want to name his child a basic American name, it was his child and she had to have a special, unique name. She was a beautiful child and she grew up to be a beautiful young woman, she was 19 and home for the holidays at the moment.  

‘’Your dad has the tickets so we have to visit his office.’’ You simply explained your daughter and drove to your husband’s office. The lights were on, it was close to 9pm so he must be seeing his last patient.  Before you could knock his door it was opened by Hannibal and you saw Mason Verger coming out, you knew him because you met his sister on charity fundraisings, you never liked her brother, Verger family was just weird and they were coming from old money so they probably had a lot of skeletons in their closets. His cold blue eyes made you uncomfortable, ‘’Mrs. Lecter! It is so good to see you.’’ He said rather loudly, you had to smile kindly, ‘’Hello Mason. How are you?’’ even though you didn’t like him you had good manners, ‘’Thank you, thank you,’’ he looked over to see your daughter, ‘’Have we met before Miss?’’ you could see Hannibal’s posture go tight. ‘’No sir.’’ Your daughter said, Mason was much older than your daughter, Hannibal made sure to teach your daughter how to address someone who is older than her, Mason extended his gloved hand, ‘’Mason Verger. I’m sure you’ve heard the name Verger, we’re popular in Baltimore.’’ You wanted to wipe that cocky grin off of his lips. ‘’Unfortunately no, never heard of it.’’ Your daughter coldly said, she crossed her arms and stood next to you, it was a thing she did whenever she was uncomfortable and you gently patted her back.

Hannibal took a step between Aldona and Mason, ‘’If you don’t have anything more to add our session Mason, I would like to leave with my family.’’ His maroon eyes challenged Mason. Mason looked displeased but if he was smart enough to read Hannibal’s face he would leave and never come back. Months ago Hannibal made a mental note to help Margot Verger with the murder of her brother and Mason was pushing his luck right now, his hands were fists and he was trying really hard not to punch Mason. He couldn’t do that in front of his precious daughter.

Mason Verger reached for his pockets and found his business card, ‘’If you need anything give me a call.’’ He said and as he was about to give it to Aldona Hannibal quickly took the card, ‘’If we need anything we will let you know. Have good evening Mason.’’ When Mason left Hannibal threw the card into trash bin, ‘’Shall we leave girls?’’ Aldona jumped to hug her dad, ‘’He was an asshole, thank you dad.’’ Hannibal never liked cursing but her comment made him threw his head back and laugh, you joined them, even though you were happy and laughing you knew what was going to happen to Mr. Verger in the near future.

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Fire on Ice

Summary; Tom Hiddleston is a vicious mob boss who is looking for his father’s killer, his reputation is depending on it and he won’t give up until he finds that man, and you my sweet little Y/N is the weirdest and the best thing that happened to him all his life.

Genre; Romance, smut in the future, mob, gangs, slow-burn,

Pairings; Tom Hiddleston x F!Reader

Words; 2.291K

Warnings; Catcalling. Tom saving the day.

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A/N; Let me know what you think babes. Sorry for any typos, enjoy. I’m going with slow-burn, you must suffer with me lol 

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Chapter Three

After your first date with a gentleman named Tom Hiddleston you came home to see your bestie waiting for you, you told him everything and he literally got jealous. This was the first time in your life you felt like this, like a high schooler, like a fool but you didn’t complain. Now it was easy for you to wake up early in the morning and see Tom’s morning texts, or receiving flowers he keeps sending you, now every corner in your has had a colorful flower, you felt like this was a dream, too good to be true and you had this strange gut feeling. You shook your head and kept working, it was 9pm and the bar was louder than usual, there was a stupid match on TV, you didn’t care because the tips were insane tonight. Whenever there was a match you would wear a nice short skirt to show your legs and a tight blouse, using your body for extra tips never bothered you because essentially men were dumb. You had red lips and red long nails, you saved enough to get your nails done and tonight you looked like a femme fatal character, wearing make-up and heels, getting your nails done always gave you some kind of power which you couldn’t explain but you loved it.

‘’Can we get another round?!’’ a man asked and you kindly smiled, ‘’Of course.’’ You went back to get 5 beers, you felt your phone vibrate and without your boss realizing you looked at your phone, Tom was calling. You declined the call and sent him a quick text,

‘’Can’t talk. I’m working.’’

After sometime you got deaf to the catcalling and you got blind to those hungry looks men give you, you just did your job as usual, ‘’Hey mama, why don’t you come over here.’’ You rolled your eyes, ‘’Anything you would like to order?’’ you looked at the young man, his green eyes roamed on your body, you didn’t care. ‘’My boy here,’’ he pointed to his left, his friend was sitting there, ‘’he wants to know if you’re single.’’

‘’Do you want to order anything?’’ you asked like you didn’t hear his question, ‘’I guess you didn’t hear me sweet cheeks, are you single?!’’ he looked like he has a short temper, you gazed around to see your boss because he usually dealt with things like this but he was nowhere to be seen, your palms were getting sweaty, you hated them and their audacity. ‘’What does that have to do with-‘’ you heard your name being called from behind you and you saw two baby blue eyes approaching to the table. You noticed a silent rage building on those ocean eyes, ‘’Hello love.’’ He said when he stood right in front of you and kissed your cheek, his thin lips made your skin tingle, his hand was on your waist, holding you tightly. ‘’Heyy,’’ you looked startled because after texting him that you were working you didn’t accept him to show up at the bar. ‘’Is there a problem here?’’ he looked at the two men who made you uncomfortable, Tom’s tall and menacing frame made them stutter, ‘’Didn’t think so.’’ And he guided you away from that table. ‘’Are you alright?’’ he held your shoulders gently and ran his hands up and down, ‘’Yeah, I’m fine. What are you doing here?’’  

‘’I wanted to see you, it’s been a while.’’ Tom said looking into your eyes, you didn’t want to give in to those ocean eyes, ‘’It’s only been 5 days Tom. Actually I wanted to talk to you about something. Can you wait till my shift ends? It will take an hour, I’m not closing tonight.’’ Tom looked tense, ‘’Have I done something wrong?’’ he asked himself in his mind, he never forgot to text you good morning and good night messages, every day he sent you a new type of flowers, he called you when he could but he was a busy man and he had to manage his business from far away, he had to make phone calls etc.

‘’No problem. I’ll wait here.’’ He pointed a table with a single chair, ‘’Let me get you a beer.’’ You said and vanished quickly.

An hour felt like an eternity to Tom, he kept on thinking what he did wrong, he remembered mentioning his ‘’brilliant’’ idea to Benedict and he could still hear the way Ben laughed on the phone for minutes. ‘’You can’t do it Tom, you are not built for a fake relationship.’’ His friend said frankly, ‘’It’s for a purpose you idiot. Imagine it like a work thing.’’ Tom protested, ‘’So you’re gonna shower your work ‘’thing’’ with love and affection and fuck her and at the same time learn her connection with your dad’s killer? Stop this, text her why you can’t be with her and be done with it. Mark my words, you will regret this decision.’’

He rolled his eyes and finished his tall glass beer, he saw you coming towards him with your bag and jacket hanging on your arm, you looked stunningly beautiful and he cursed under his breath, why did you have to be this beautiful and charming and smart.

‘’The bar is still crowded, if you want we can talk in my car.’’ He suggested, ‘’Here is fine.’’ You simply replied and pulled a chair to sit right across him, it was a tight place and your knees were touching, the fabric of his pants were silk, it felt smooth, ‘’I hope this isn’t a break up Y/N.’’ Tom said with a hint of hurt in his voice, and you hated yourself for making him wait, you didn’t want to break things off. ‘’No! God no, I just wanted to tell you that you can stop sending me flowers every day. You don’t have to buy me things every single day Tom, It makes me feel weird.’’ You explained quickly, poor man waited for you for an hour and expected a break up speech, you could feel your heart shatter.

He brought his hand to his chest, exhaled the breath he was holding, ‘’Woman, you scared me.’’ You threw your head back and laughed, ‘’Shantay you stay Tom but watch your steps.’’ You said jokingly and he held your hand on the table, ‘’I shall.’’

He asked you if you were hungry and you realized that didn’t eat anything today, you had to run some errands outside and came to work, -maybe falling in love made you forget eating, you pushed that thought away, it was too early to say that- he suggested that you could go to his place and order something, you were hesitant because it was getting late but you also wanted to see the place he calls home. He saw your hesitation in you Y/E/C eyes and gave you a reassuring smile, ‘’Don’t worry I won’t bite.’’ It made you laugh.

The car ride to his house was comfortably silent, you were so tired and hungry that you just laid the side of your weary head on the cold window of his Jaguar and watched the road. He was driving to the part of the city where you’ve never been, it was nice to see the people and lights.

You didn’t know that this motherfucker lived in a penthouse, he said he rented it because he intended to go back to his home land. It was a 78 floor penthouse, he only had 3 floors.

When he saw the curious look in your eyes he wanted to give you a house tour and you gladly accepted it. The first floor had gas fire place, it was black and white, French doors were opening to a big terrace and you could see the city lights and buildings, it was like living in the clouds. The living room area had a big white L shaped couch, a big plant –kinda looks like a tree- standing at the corner, there was a steel cased barn doors which opened to the secondary seating area. As you were holding your high heels in hand and walking with big eyes, taking each and every object in he ordered some food. He showed you his office area, brown couch with black and brown pillows, a brown desk which looked neat and shiny, there were some papers which were flipped over, books shelves in each side, the view from his office was amazing, if you had this office you would only drink coffee and look outside. You noticed that the primary colors were black, white and brown in this house, maybe he didn’t like colorful things much. The hallway led you to grand dining area and stairs to the second floor and you climbed the stairs, Tom was behind you.

The second floor had the kitchen and informal dining area, the kitchen had natural black and white stoned counter tops, everything was clean like a 5 star hotel, nothing looked touched, this wasn’t a home just fancy place for him to hang out and then leave when the time comes. ‘’The bedrooms are upstairs.’’ He said but you didn’t want to overstep a boundary so you decided to settle on the informal dining area,  white L shaped couch, black and white pillows, a white marble table with 3 chairs. There was a TV close by but from where you’re sitting you could get a nice view of the city. Tom took of his jacket and put it on one of the chairs, he rolled up his sleeves, ‘’I’ve ordered Panda Express. I hope you like it.’’ You took off your jacket too, ‘’I can eat anything. I’m starving, today was so busy that I forgot to eat. Can you believe that?’’ you were venting about your life and noticed Tom’s utter shock in his pale face, ‘’What do you mean you forgot to eat?’’ he asked concerned, ‘’I do that sometimes, life you know, it’s busy.’’ You shrugged your shoulders, ‘’From now on,’’ he sat next to you on the couch, it was so soft and comfortable you could fall asleep on it in a second, ‘’I’ll make you remember to eat.’’ He was doing exercises and long runs every day so staying healthy was important to him and he wanted Y/N to be healthy too, she looked tired and he didn’t want anything bad to happen to her. He pushed a hair behind her ear when the door rang.

It was entertaining to watch you eat because unlike other women you weren’t a shy eater, you didn’t care if you had a sauce on your cheeks and due to not eating all day you were like a wolf. Tom usually went on dates with women who are from his dangerous business or models so he watched all of them order water and salad so seeing you being free and not giving a shit made him smile, you were an interesting person. You were talking about the book you were reading and he watched your eyes lit up, listened to you talking passionately about something that you enjoy and he thought that Benedict might be right, it was hard to remember his actual role in this relationship because deep down he was being drawn to you every time you meet. ‘’The book sounds interesting, don’t tell me the ending, I want to read it.’’ He said, ‘’I can lend it to you if you want.’’ You blurted out and regretted it, this man was rich enough to rent a penthouse, why would he get a used book from you?

‘’That would be great Y/N. Thank you, you are so kind.’’ Tom smiled ear to ear, you were both done with eating and to relax he poured a glass of red wine, he got a call from one of his workers so had to leave the dining room.

You stood up and fixed your clothes, you were wondering whether he was waiting for sex or not, you weren’t sure if you were ready for it, after all you only had one date with him and now you’re in his house. You could feel your finger tips getting colder, it was a nervous thing of yours, Tom went downstairs to talk and when he came back his face looked disturbed and angry. The way he walked towards you made you shiver, he was tall, tall indeed.

‘’Y/N, God I’m so sorry. One of my workers called, something important came up, I, I-‘’

He looked really sorry, ‘’You have to leave I understand.’’ You checked your watch, it was 12.45 at night, ‘’Yes, I have to leave. I’m so sorry, I’ll make this up for you.’’ You bolted to your feet, since he had to leave there was no point of you staying in his house, it would be weird. ‘’What are you doing?’’ he asked knitting his golden eye brows, ‘’I should leave too. My roommate Sam, he is probably waiting for me.’’ You lied, he wore his jacket with a quick movement, came to stand in front of you, ‘’Please stay, I’m sure it’ll only take an hour or so, if you’re tired you can go upstairs pick a bedroom and rest. It’s late and I don’t want you to go out.’’

‘’But-‘’ you wanted to protest, he held your shoulders like he did before and his hands were warm, he gave you  his sweetest smile, ‘’Please, stay. I will be back.’’ Before he left he planted a quick kiss on your forehead and left in haste, you didn’t expect him to kiss your forehead, like a husband leaving for work… he took his keys and left.

Chapter 4

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Warnings; Mention of illness.

Pairings; Hannibal Lecter x Reader

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Hannibal Lecter was writing a check for his beloved when he first noticed it, his hand writing was something he was proud of, it was unique like everyone else however you always complimented his hand writing and it looked aesthetically pleasing but now he realized there was a slight change, at that moment you were impatiently waiting for him to sign the check and give it to you because you ordered bunch of flowers and you had to the send the check to the company.

After a month of this incident Hannibal was at home cooking for you a nice dinner,  classical music was playing through the stereo inside the kitchen, he had a white wine, he always had a glass of wine when he cooked something. You walked in, ‘’Hi.’’ You smiled brightly, a con in this relationship was that you never worried about food, the first time you stayed at his place he told you that he was the chef in the house and you gladly accepted it. ‘’What are we having my love?’’ you asked as you hugged him from behind, ‘’Boillabassie, a traditional French fish soup is infused with saffron, orange, thyme and chilli.’’ He shortly explained, ‘’And for dessert?’’ you kissed the exposed part of his neck, he had a grey sweater and gray pants. He looked yummy, ‘’I was thinking…’’ he pretended like he was in deep thoughts, ‘’you.’’ You giggled, he picked up the pan to put it on the stove and he felt his hands shake slightly, this never happened before and the pan wasn’t that heavy, he didn’t say anything, he just kept cooking but in his mind palace he made a mental note that he should search his symptoms, -deep down he already knew his illness, it was genetic.-

The age gap between you and Hannibal was something you didn’t care about, your friends sometimes teased you about it but it was for fun, he even stated that if this was uncomfortable to you in any way you could leave him, it was early stages in your relationship and you said you didn’t care, and Hannibal never brought it up again. You remembered that time when you noticed the way his hands were shaking few moment ago, you pretended like you had no idea because you had to let Hannibal come to you, he never liked asking for help. You were reading a book when you saw Hannibal coming downstairs with his laptop, ‘’We need to talk.’’ He said with a serious tone, his maroon eyes watched you put the book aside and focus on him. ‘’Here is the passwords for all of my bank accounts and social media account,’’ he gave you a piece of paper. ‘’and this is the cabin’s address, yes I bought a cabin for us, and here is the phone number of my lawyer. We should get married so that you can have whatever I have when.. something happens to me.’’ His voice was calm but you could see that he was freaking out inside, those eyes never lied to you, to others yes, but to you.. no.

‘’Hannibal, please sit.’’

He sat on the comfortable couch, you put the laptop on the dark brown coffee table and you hugged him, he embraced you in his big arms. ‘’I know what you’re going through,’’ you gently whispered not mentioning the illness, ‘’and I’m here for you. I’m not with you so that I can be Mrs. Lecter and watch the doors open for me all the time, I’m with you because I love you.  We can fight this together.’’ Hannibal exhaled a deep breath he was holding, e though you might want to leave him and he couldn’t accept that. ‘’Thank you Y/N,’’ he whispered back with his low voice, ‘’I’m the luckiest man on this planet.’’

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Fire on Ice

Summary; Tom Hiddleston is a vicious mob boss who is looking for his father’s killer, his reputation is depending on it and he won’t give up until he finds that man, and you my sweet little Y/N is the weirdest an best thing that happened to him all his life.

Genre; Romance, smut in the future, mob, gangs, slow-burn, 

Warnings; None.

Words; 2.448K

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Chapter Two

‘’This is me.’’ You said as Tom parked his car outside of your apartment, you could hear a man screaming and a baby crying. ‘’Thank you Tom. Good night.’’ You said and took your bag, ‘’Good night Y/N.’’ Tom didn’t like this neighborhood not one bit, it didn’t look safe at all and the screams he heard proved him right, his long fingers wrapped on steering wheel tightly, you walked out of his car and headed to your apartment building. You hoped to see him tomorrow but he looked like he didn’t live close to your bar, why would he travel all the way to come to the bar you work at? He looked like an important business man and he could go to expensive luxurious clubs. You sighed as you walked into the house, it was silent. Your roommate was either asleep or outside getting into trouble. You took off your sweaty clothes and decided to take a quick shower before bed. You had to share the shower and thanks to your obsession with cleaning and your roommate being gay  the shower was always spotless. Your mind went back to the moment when you met Tom few hours ago, he was tall, not too muscular but he had a fit body, you caught his baby blue eyes travelling to your chest once or twice and it excited you. Deep down you knew he will never be interested in you but… that but hanged in your mind.

Tom was at his penthouse when he got a phone call from his long time friend Benedict. They were friends for years and Benedict promised to help him find his dad’s killer. ‘’Please tell me you got good news.’’ Tom said, his voice came out a tired plea, he sat on his black puffy couch, had a scotch in one hand. ‘’Good news brother! I’ve found something.’’ He straightened his frame on the couch, ‘’The Queens clan was paid by him to protect someone. He paid 2 million in cash for 2 years protection. My resource says that the man promised when 2 years agreement is successful he’ll pay for more.’’

Tom remembered that bald man who said the killer of his father is protecting someone. ‘’Who does he want to protect? One of his accomplice?’’

‘’A woman. It gets interesting, I’ve found who she is and she doesn’t even work for any clan or gang. I’ll send you info on her.’’

‘’Thank you Ben. See you when I come back to London.’’ Tom opened his laptop, Benedict had already sent him a file via e-mail.

‘’Let’s see who you are.’’

When Tom clicked on the file, he had to stop for a moment and take it all in, ‘’Y/N Y/L/N…’’ he breathed, this was the woman he met tonight. Info on her was short, only her name, phone number, home address and where she works. ‘’Who are you Y/N?!’’ he had to make a smart plan to draw her in and get her to talk but how? He couldn’t just kidnap her and make her talk with torture, he promised his father that he would never harm a child or a woman. The gears in his brain were working, he finished his drink and placed the glass on the coffee table rather harshly, he was tired and he needed to rest before making any important decision.

The Next Morning, you woke up early as usual to do a  10 min morning yoga, even though your life was shitty you wanted to make time for yourself in the mornings, you could hear Sam crashing things in the kitchen, you loved him but he irritated you sometimes.. like a lot.

‘’Morning Sam.’’ You walked to the kitchen to make yourself a small breakfast, ‘’Morning girlie.’’ He looked hangover but that never stopped him from being nice and smiling to you, he was a great friend and you get to pay half the price of the bills and rent. As you put the milk in the bowl the door was knocked and Sam rushed to the door, ‘’If that’s your shitty ex I’m beating his ass!’’ you yelled from the kitchen which made Sam laugh, his ex started to come to your door to make up with him. Sam, came back with a shocked expression on his golden colored face, he was a handsome Spanish man.

‘’Girlll these are for you!’’ he showed you the bouquet of red roses, you looked puzzled, ‘’For me?’’ you asked in confusion. Sam snatched the black card and read out loud, ‘’Thank you for listening to me and making me laugh. I wish to hear from you, a coffee perhaps? Thomas William Hiddleston, here is my phone number.’’

When Sam finished reading you started to cough, you almost chocked on your cereal. ‘’Who is this gentleman and tell me if he has friends like him, ASAP.’’ You reached for the blood red roses to smell, you closed your eyes and inhaled the sweet scent deeply, you told Sam about what happened last night and to be honest he was more excited than you are, you were just shocked and it had been a while since you went on a date with someone. ‘’What should I do?’’ you asked Sam he cupped your cheeks and made you look at him, ‘’Take a leap of faith sis, he seems like a nice guy.’’ With that you felt this energy, it made you braver than usual and you took the card, dialed his number first but then decided to text him, maybe he was working and you didn’t want to interrupt him.

‘’Hello Tom, I’m Y/N. Thank you for sending me these lovely roses, I love them. Coffee sounds great.’’  You read it out loud for Sam to approve and then sent it, you put your phone on the white table.

Sam had to leave for work aka meeting his sugar daddy, when he told you that he had a sugar daddy you never judged him because this is a cruel world and we do what we have to in order to survive and you wished the best for Sam, he deserved shiny things in life just like everyone else. To take your mind off your current situation you did a little cleaning and reading, your shift was at night so you had time for yourself. You were caught up in your book when your phone made a sound, when you saw Tom’s number you dropped the book.

‘’Hi, thank you for texting me Y/N,  I do apologies, I was working and couldn’t return to your text immediately.  Hope you have time for coffee  and chat right now. I can come and pick you up.’’

You felt your heart racing, palms getting sweaty, like right now? You didn’t know what to write, he texted after a minute of pause.

‘’If that’s okay with you of course.’’

He really wanted to see you then, that’s what you deduced.

‘’Yes I have time. My shift starts late, send me the address and I’ll come.’’

You didn’t want him to be your personal chauffer and it was your first date. You jumped from your couch and ran to your bedroom, it was going to be a casual coffee date so you didn’t want to overdo the outfit. You opened your closet, threw your clothes to your bed, it was a warm day, you picked a baby blue sundress which had white flowers on it. It was 1.45 pm.

He sent you the address and you left your building.

Tom came up with a plan when he woke up today, he was going to date you and help you open up to him and get info. He never did something like this before, it was border line unethical and he hated himself for it but his priority was to find the man who killed his father and if he had to date you for it then he wouldn’t hesitate but why did he have a bitter taste in his mouth? He was working from home because his ‘’business’’ was in London, he ordered some roses for you he choose them himself. He wasn’t too optimistic but later you accepted his proposal and for a split second he forgot that he was doing this for a purpose, he felt this warm feeling on his chest, when he remembered… he breathed heavily. And now he was sitting on a chair at a cozy coffee shop waiting for you, he came early to find a nice spot for you to relax and feel safe. Waitress came to get his order but he declined and told the young woman that he was waiting for a friend, she smiled and lingered for few seconds and then left to get someone else’s order. He looked at his silver watch, as a business man he never liked waiting for things, including people. He realized he was moving his leg in anxiety so he stopped, he never felt nervous like this before, and he saw you opening the glass door and walking. You had a baby blue dress which wrapped your beautiful body perfectly and shoved all of the delicious curves, he shook his head to keep this professional but as you approached to him with a small smile tugged at your red lips he couldn’t help but smile back. He bolted to his feet so that he could help you with your chair, ‘’Hi, thank you Tom.’’ You sat and flipped your hair back casually and his pants got tight with the action. ‘’Hello Y/N,’’ he sat back to his place, ‘’thank you again for not rejecting me, I would be a broken hearted man if that happened.’’ It made you giggle, ‘’I pitied you.’’ You sarcastically clapped back and he liked it, he threw his head back and laughed. Tom could get the scent of your minty smell, the tips of your hair looked wet, he had an image of you taking a shower in his mind for a second, and he looked at the menu to get a grip. ‘’How was your day?’’ You asked curiously, ‘’Nothing out of the ordinary, I have to work from home because my work is back home. London.’’ You looked at the menu like him, ‘’Really? I have always wanted to pay a visit to London.’’ You blurted out like a child and felt your cheeks go red. He looked up to meet your gaze, his blue eyes studying your red cheeks and red lips, ‘’Maybe one day I can take you.’’ Tom couldn’t believe himself right now, he didn’t say it just to say it, he meant it.

‘’If we met under different circumstances Y/N… this could actually work.’’ He thought, mouth tightening.

‘’Ready for order?’’ the same girl came to your table, her brown eyes were on Tom and only Tom. ‘’Yes,’’ Tom looked at you, ignoring the girl, ‘’What would you like to have love?’’ you felt your knees go weak.. you cleared your throat, ‘’Coffee and carrot cake please.’’ Tom noticed that even though the waitress didn’t address you, you still had manners.

‘’A classy woman’’

‘’Same for me.’’ Tom said kindly smiling, the woman left them alone finally.

‘’When does your shift start?’’ he asked, his one hand playing with his lip, looking directly at you, this man loved eye contact. Your eyes went to his thin lips and his big hand, he had a shirt with the few buttons open and you could see the tips of his chest hair, the color of it was beige, he had black tight pants. His hair was curly and you wanted to run your fingers among the soft curls, ‘’At 9pm.’’ The flirty waitress brought your orders, placed them on the table slowly, ‘’If there is anything you want,’’ she looked at Tom with big eyes, ‘’I’m here.’’

You rolled your eyes, some people had no filter and manners. She could see it was your first date but she had to audacity to disregard your presence and flirt with your date. You didn’t say anything and focused on your date,  

‘’I wish I could come tonight but I have to take care of some business related files.’’

‘’What is your job exactly?’’ you asked directly, took a bite from your cake, he did the same to think. He had to be careful with his next words, ‘’I have a small company back home, I’m here on a business trip.’’ Later you talked about your lives, you briefly told him that you were a daughter of a single mother and never met your father, she raised you on her own and passed away when you were on college so you had to drop out and work, you wanted to go back one day. Tom told you that he got his business from his dad who passed away few years ago, he had siblings and you wondered what’s that like and he told you that it was hell, you laughed hard.

‘’Tom,’’ you said, you were sitting with him for 2 hours now, ‘’Hmm?’’ he finished his cake, ‘’Can I ask you something?’’ the tone of your voice alarmed him, ‘’Of course love.’’

‘’Why did you want to go on a date with me? Please do not misjudge me but obviously we lead very different lives and I just want to know your true intentions.’’ This sudden serious question was unexpected, if you knew his true intentions you would scream for help and run away. As the seconds went by you regarded him suspiciously, ‘’I’m sorry,’’ he cleared his throat, ‘’Last night, when we met.. I could feel a spark between us and I hope you feel the same way. You are wonderful Y/N,’’ your hands were on the small table and he reached for you, he held your hands in his large ones, Tom didn’t want to let himself go but you looked so innocent and loving all at once, he couldn’t think of you  helping a killer or having some type of connection with the man who killed his father. The air  between you got thick and he was right, you can feel the sparkle, the tension. His hands were comfortably warm, his blue eyes looked gentle. You gave a smile as warm as the sun rise, ‘’you came to my life at the right time, and I would like to date you.’’

You felt your heart and insides melt with his words, at that moment you couldn’t hear other people in the coffee shop, it was just you and him  existing together in harmony. ‘’I would like to date you too.’’

Chapter 3

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Fire on Ice

Summary; Tom Hiddleston is a vicious mob boss who is looking for his father’s killer, his reputation is depending on it and he won’t give up until he finds that man, and you my sweet little Y/N is the weirdest an best thing that happened to him all his life.

Warnings; Torture, knife, bleeding. 

Genres; Romace, smut in the future, slow burn fic. Little Angst my dudes.

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Chapter One

         He was a lonely man, he had to be because of his dangerous profession, however that didn’t stop him from day dreaming about a non existing woman in his life, who takes care of his deep wounds, who gives a soft kiss on his cheek before he leaves for ‘’work’’… he sighed heavily. Men like him didn’t get to have a proper life and he knew that one day he could be killed, so what’s the point of having a partner and leaving them behind? He didn’t notice that he was clenching his sharp jaw, ‘’Sir, we’re here.’’ The voice of his driver brought him back to the reality which he lived in. The window on his side was rolled down and he could smell the trash and dust, he hated this city but he couldn’t leave yet, he had to find him first. His driver parked the car somewhere close to the abandoned warehouse in New York City, place was quiet and abandoned,  perfect place for his dirty work. It was late at night so silence filled the area. Tom visited this place before many times during the day light, he found nothing other than few junkies and homeless people. His driver opened his door and he stepped out, his driver was an American man with long beard and soft brown eyes, he was as tall as him. ‘’Stay here, keep the car ready.’’ There was another car, it belonged to his men. He walked directly to this old shed standing short and ancient, the windows had a thick layer of dust and some were broken, the walls had moss. One of his men opened the door for him, the smell of moss and moist filled his nostrils. He walked in and saw 2 of his men guarding a bald man sitting on a chair, he had bruises on his face and arms. He looked up to meet his  icy blue eyes. ‘’Thomas William Hiddleston,’’ he said shocked, ‘’I didn’t know you English pigs could live in a colony-‘’ Tom moved his head slightly and one of his men punched the guy on his stomach. The bald man coughed up blood, his bald head had a tattoo, sigil of the Queens clan. He wasn’t young nor old, his black shirt had mud on it, the knees of his blue pants were dirty ‘’Where is he?’’ Tom asked, he never liked chit chat in situations like this one, ‘’Who?’’ the bald man asked, ‘’Do not play with me, I’ve tracked him for years and his last seen place is New York. Rumors say that he came to your boss for help. Now tell me,’’ he knelt to look the man’s eyes, ‘’where is he?’’ the bald man spit on to Tom’s pale face, he closed his eyes to calm himself and he inhaled deeply, he pulled out a dark blue handkerchief to wipe his face. ‘’He came to your clan seeking help, lead me to him and I will reward you. Join me and leave this small clan of yours, if you join me no one can hurt you.’’ Tom guessed that this bald man was afraid of his boss. ‘’I would rather die. Thanks tho. Aren’t you late for a tea party?’’ he had a big tongue which Tom would love to rip out from his dirty mouth. He pulled out his knife and thus the torture began.

After an hour of listening to his loud screaming Tom stopped,

‘’Any ideas now?’’  

The man was panting and bleeding on the cold ground. ‘’Why are you lookin for this man –fuck-‘’ Tom considered the possibility that this man might not know any info, ‘’He killed my father years ago and vanished. You see,’’ he cleaned his sharp knife with the dark blue handkerchief, ‘’my family seeks vengeance. If I don’t bring this man to justice others might think that Hiddleston family is weak. I will not be bullied by my rivals.’’ He put the handkerchief back to his pocket like he didn’t just tortured a man couple minutes ago, ‘’Promise- promise to let me go and- and,’’ he was breathing heavily, ‘’tell you what I know.’’ Tom tried to hide his excitement and slowly knelt, he brought his ear close to the bleeding man. ‘’Last year- a man came and ask protection from my boss, to- to protect someone… not him…’’ he was holding his wound and he passed out. ‘’Great.’’ Tom sighed, ‘’Bring him back to his clan, make sure he is still alive. I wouldn’t prefer to get on the wrong foot with their boss.’’

‘’Yes Sir.’’

He left the shed quickly and stepped into the night, the stars were shiny above his head, ‘’Where to Sir?’’ his driver asked as usual, ‘’Go with them. I need a drink.’’

As he was driving to the crowded city he cursed under his breath, for years he was working with circumspect steps and he was back to zero. ‘’Who do you want to protect old man?’’

The bar was crowded, people were eating and drinking with their friends and loved ones, he cautiously walked and sat on a stool. The yellow lights made the place look homely.

You looked at your watch, ‘’2 more hours and then I’m home.’’ You hated your job but the bills won’t pay themselves so you had no other option. ‘’Y/N, attend the bar. Right Now!’’ your boss yelled at your face and went back. If you could you would kill him right here right now. You pushed the dark brown door and walked into the crowd. ‘’Miss?’’ a man raised his hand to give his order. He looked tired, he had dark circles under his ocean blue eyes, his expensive 3 piece suit made you question why is he here. This was a local bar after all, ‘’Ready to order?’’ you asked kindly and looked at him directly, for some reason you wished you could look somewhere else because he looked intimidating. ‘’Yes, can I have a large beer and fries. Thank you.’’ His accent filled your ears, you didn’t have to take notes so you put your small notebook and pen into the deep pocket of your green apron. You went back to get the fries, as you were serving him you could feel his icy gaze on you, it burnt your skin. ‘’He is just a man, what is wrong with you?’’

‘’Thank you.’’ He said with a kind manner, ‘’You’re bleeding.’’ You couldn’t help but notice the fresh blood stain on his white sleeve, he raised his wrist to see, ‘’It’s not mine-‘’ he wanted to punch himself on the face right now, ‘’I mean, I’m fine. Thank you again.’’

As a bartender your job wasn’t just bringing the juice, you talked to your regular customers and listen to their troubles, giving them advice, however this particular British gentleman wasn’t a talkative person. ‘’Hey Y/N!’’ one of the regular customers approached to you as you gave him his beer, ‘’Hey Jack.’’ He eyed you up and down, ‘’You got a new tattoo, that’s cool.’’  You said, he was standing next to the British guy, curiosity made him lift his gaze from his plate and he saw it. The sigil of the Queens gang, ‘’Yeah yeah, listen.. are you free tomorrow?’’ you had to roll your eyes, ‘’No.’’ he always asked you out and you always said no, the problem was that most men didn’t take no as an answer. ‘’I have extra shift tomorrow but you are welcomed to come here and drink and leave a tip.’’

Jack wasn’t smiling anymore, he left a 5 dollar tip ‘’See ya around.’’

Tom understood that this Jack guy’s intentions weren’t nice, he didn’t care it wasn’t his business but the tone of his voice irritated him profoundly. No one should talk to a woman like she is an object. He wondered what happened to romance but he found himself lost in his dark thoughts. ‘’Men am I right?’’

Tom blinked twice to pull his mind and attention out of his thoughts –which could be scary for most people in this bar- ‘’Yes. Can I get another?’’ he drank the last sip of his beer and you brought another.

When your laughter died you noticed that the last customer was Tom, other works left because you were closing tonight. Tom looked around and you saw a hint o saddness falling to his ocean deep eyes. ‘’I should close the place for tonight.’’ You said kindly smiling. People often told you that you were easy to talk to and Tom was an example of that, at first he looked like a grumpy middle aged man but talking for an hour and half got him to laugh and smile, you noticed how the edges of his eyes got when he smiled and the pink dust covering his high cheek bones, and at that moment you thought that he should be in a museum because he looked like a Greek God, he had ageless beauty and charisma and you have never seen someone like that before. Tom’s cheeks were burning and he wasn’t used to this new sensation, ‘’I can wait for you to close the place. If you want of course.’’ He offered but the tone of his voice was demanding and you couldn’t bring yourself to say no.

‘’I will be taking the last bus. Thank you for waiting.’’ You said wearing your coat as you both were walking, ‘’Are sure there is a bus at this hour? It’s pretty late.’’ You didn’t have a car because you were saving money to move to a new apartment, your neighborhood wasn’t a safe environment. A wind blew and messed with your hair and Tom found himself wanting to push your soft looking hair behind your ear and see your face but he pulled himself together quickly, too much beer he thought.

‘’Damn it,’’ you looked at your watch, ‘’I’ve missed it 5 minutes ago. Great.’’

‘’Y/N , I feel responsible so please let me give you a lift home. It’s the least I can do.’’ He might be dangerous man but he would never turn his back and leave her alone like this, you weren’t sure about this. He was a nice man… too nice.. you couldn’t call your roommate Sam to pick you up because he was probably sleeping right now and you felt getting sleepy, it was a long night.

‘’Thank you Tom, you are too kind.’’

Chapter 2

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Bookworm

Pedro Pascal x Female Reader

One Shot, drabble!

Warnings; None.

(gif isn’t mine)

A/N; Sorry for any typos, let me know if you liked it. Stay safe guys. 💛

             Covid didn’t make anything easy for you, especially your college life. After quarantine you were so bored and about to lose your mental health so you decided to visit a library and study there. Thankfully coffee shops and other places were open, you got your coffee and headed to the library. You had an assignment to finish so you sat and opened your laptop and books. You were so focused that you didn’t see or hear a man sitting right in front of you, well he was silent too. You casually decided to look up and around you and saw a tall man sitting and reading a book. He had a small notebook and he was taking notes. He looked too old to be a college student, a professor? You have never seen him in your university, if you had you would’ve know because even though he had a colorful mask on he looked handsome. He had a black shirt and you could see his golden skin color. After studying for hours you wanted to take a break and observe this man. Being in quarantine obviously made you hornier than usual but there was something special about this man. He had his glasses on, and for a second he got distracted and looked up, he had brown eyes, you averted your gaze and looked at the screen of your laptop. Did he notice that you were checking him out? You took a deep breath under your purple mask and kept studying. Later you saw him leave his table he was headed to the bathroom and you had a crazy idea. You ripped off a white piece of paper and wrote; ‘’Would you like to grab lunch after we finished studying?’’ and you draw small boxes that said yes or no. You didn’t forget to add a small smile and before he came back you left it on his table and sat back.

Your heart was beating fast, you have never took a bold action like this one in your entire life but something in you told you to go for it. I mean, the worst case scenarios is he says no and leaves and you never see him again and then you started to wonder what would happen if he were to say yes. You felt your cheeks go red, you were nervous and watching his tall frame coming to settle in his seat didn’t help, you already regretted your decision and wished you could go back in time and keep your nose in your own mess. He noticed the paper, put his glasses on –you thought it was cute- and read it, the edge of his eyes told you that he had a smile, he looked up and saw you. There was no one close to both of you so apparently it was you. He got his pen and choose his answer and then he got up, came to your table, you felt so small under his tall body. He left the paper and placed his hands on the brown table. ‘’Open it.’’ He said and this was the first time you heard his voice, it sounded familiar. Without a word you opened it and it said, ‘’I would love to gorgeous. 😉’’  you looked up to meet his shiny brown eyes, ‘’I will be done in 20 minutes, if that’s okay with you we can leave together?’’ he asked. You were expecting a rejection so you were lost for words, his manly cologne filled your covered nostrils, ‘’I would love that.’’ You replied and hoped he didn’t hear the shaking in your voice. ‘’Good, I’m Pedro Pascal by the way.’’ He extended his hand boldly and then it hit you, he was the Pedro Pascal, the actor one.  ‘’Y/N Y/L/N.’’

‘’Y/N, that’s a unique name.’’ He said and the tone of his voice dripped diablerie, it was charismatic and unusual to you.

‘’Thank you.’’ You managed to say, before someone in the library told you both to shut up he whispered, ‘’See you in 20 minutes.’’ He winked at you andgot back to his table. Today was your lucky day. 

I can turn this into a small series if you want. Let me know 

Thank you for reading. 💛

Crisis of Lust

Mads Mikkelsen x Female Reader

Warnings; Smut, female oral receving, sexual content. 

 I had this idea with Mads/Hannibal combined: So, the OC (id love If you could name her Ylana again) and Mads are actors in Hannibal and in the series they’re not a couple, but good friends in real life noticing the sexual tension between them. As they spend a nice evening together they found some fun smutty stories by accident where the writer ships Ylana’s character with Mads character (Hannibal x Female Character name) and Mads starts to read out the story loud for fun but soon realising that it’s going to be a smutty one and both of them get turned on, but not daring to make a move so the sexual tension is even higher after reading the story. Anyway... both of them try to work together professionally and the continue to read smutty stories about their characters in private, getting turned on immensely and then you can choose how Mads approaches Ylana to make the stuff written in the smutty stories come true? 😅 I hope this ignites the muse! 

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A/N: Thank you for this request I had fun lol! Sorry for nyt typos. Enjoy!

‘’Cut!’’

Bryan Fuller’s voice was heard by all of the actors and actresses who were on the set, ‘’Thank you for today guys. See you tomorrow.’’ As soon as he said cut Mads looked at you and started to giggle like a 5 year old. He had a habit of making your job difficult by bursting into laughter or tickling you in the middle of a scene, it was as if he wasn’t a 47 year old man, just a naughty child. You never got angry at him though because over these months you guys got closer and closer, you had to spend time together and this allowed you to get comfortable with him and become his friend… deep down you wished you could be more than his friend but you buried those unholy thoughts and feelings and locked them up, you had to be professional and not fuck this up. ‘’Fuck I need to smoke. Care to join me?’’ he asked you casually and you had to suppress your childish noise, ‘’Sure.’’ You left the set and went outside, he had his Hannibal Lecter suit on him, he looked handsome and sophisticated, your clothes were expensive too and walking in those high-heels was painful but you loved the way people looked at you, they saw confidence and a beautiful woman. Not to mention Mads checking you out every once in a while. Mads offered you a cigarette and you gladly took it. He lit yours first, eyes locked on your lips for a second and then he lit his, ‘’Bryan thinks that we have a good chemistry.’’ He said and started to smoke, ‘’I think so too Mads, I’m comfortable when I work with you and others. It’s an amazing TV series and we have amazing fans. They keep sending me fan fiction and fan art.’’ You said feeling your cheeks go red, you read some of those fics and they were sexual, you couldn’t leave your eyes from the bright screen of your laptop yesterday night, some fans have a wild imagination world. ‘’Fan fiction?’’ He asked curious, his maroon eyes searched your face, ‘’Fans write  stories about us and the show, about our characters.’’ He threw his cigarette and stepped on it, a cloud of smoke left his plump lips, ‘’I would like to read those stories. Have you read one?’’ Should you lie or tell him the truth? You had to look up to meet his gaze he was taller than you. ‘’No. I haven’t had time.’’ His eyes felt heavy, you shouldn’t have lied, he didn’t speak for a moment still looking at you directly to see if lied or not and then he gave up. ‘’I’m starving Mads, we can order take-out if you want and eat together.’’ Mads was happy to hear the offer because first of all he liked spending time with you, you made him smile more often and second of all.. he was hungry like a wolf.

You rented a house close to the set, at first you were staying at a hotel because no one was sure if Hannibal TV series was going to continue but later it was established that you will shoot 3 seasons so you rented a small place for yourself. Mads visited you a lot but every time he came to your house you were nervous, didn’t know what to do or to say. He walked in like he owned the place, took off his shoes and jumped on your couch, you went to the kitchen to order the food and bring beers.

As the night went you ate and found yourself reading fan fiction with Mads Mikkelsen. He was sitting next to you on the couch, he was a tall man so he took a lot of space and your arms were touching, not that you complained.

‘’Hannibal Lecter looked at her like a starved man, he didn’t know whether he wanted to kill her or fuck her-‘’

‘’Oops.’’ Mads started to laugh, he was the one who wanted to read them with you and you were both having fun. ‘’Keep reading I wanna know.’’ You encouraged him because he stopped and took a sip from his third beer, he looked unsure to continue he wanted to but he needed the encouragement. ‘’As you wish my lady.’’ He got comfortable on the couch,

‘’She was just standing in his basement, uncovered his deepest and darkest secret and he was unsure of himself for the first time. This woman bewitched him that was his conclusion because he found himself reaching to kiss her. She was trapped between Hannibal and the cold wall of his basement and her heart was racing. Was she scared of this serial killer? Probably, however, the anticipation of this man having feelings for her sent shivers to her entire body.’’

As Mads was reading you finished your cold beer to calm yourself, he looked so into it and it sent unholy ideas to your mind.

Mads had a pillow on his lap to cover his growing bulge and your laugh, heavy breathing didn’t make anything easy for him. He wished he found fan fiction before because this was fun and sexy. He wanted to do what Hannibal was doing to your character right now but he didn’t want to make anything awkward between you two.

‘’His hand slipped under the dress she was wearing, found her lace underwear and felt how wet she was,’’ Mads and you gave a shaky laugh, he cleared his throat and took another sip from his cold beer wondering if you were wet right now. You shifted your legs moments ago so it gave him hope.

‘’When Hannibal removed his two fingers he put them in her mouth and she tasted herself, eyes on his dark ones. ‘’Good girl.’’ Hannibal replied with his rich accent.’’

You had to squeeze your thighs slowly because you felt how wet you were when you moved on your small seat, arms still touching. ‘’Someone has a daddy kink.’’ You said looking at the bright screen of your laptop and didn’t notice the look Mads gave you. He wanted to be the one you call daddy under covers. ‘’Not surprised. Hannibal is a control freak.’’ He added to your comment.

‘’Hannibal touched her wet cunt again but this time he started to move his fingers, ‘’Tell me what you want little girl.’’ His voice was low and dangerous and she could cum right there.’’

‘’This is your part darling.’’ Mads turned to you, when you saw what the character said you swallowed silently,

‘’I want you to fuck me with your fingers daddy, please.’’

You read it

as Mads asked you, and saw a spark of light in his maroon eyes, was he enjoying this as much as you do?

There was a slight pink color on his high cheek bones, lips parted and you could hear his breathing go heavy. To your surprise you heard your phone ring, it was hard to stop looking into his eyes but you managed and answered the call. It was Bryan, he said the plans were changed and you had to go to set earlier than usual. You told Mads about it and he put the laptop on the glass coffee table. ‘’It’s getting late and we should get some sleep, see you tomorrow darling.’’ Before you could say anything he left quickly and you missed the chance to see his huge bulge, he had to take care of it when he returned his home and you had to take a quick shower.

The  Next Day

As soon as you saw Mads in his Hannibal clothes you remembered last night and you felt your pussy throb with need. This man was going to be the end of you, ‘’Morning love.’’ Mads had a habit of calling you love, darling, sweet girl etc. ‘’Morning.’’

As you were filming the scenes together directors and Bryan were keep giving you compliments and telling you how great you both were. It was true you and Mads had a great chemistry on the screen, and you were good friends in real life. Your scenes weren’t intimate  but there was one where Hannibal touched your character’s hand and kissed it gently and you forgot how to breathe for a second. Mads was looking at you with those beautiful eyes, you could still feel the gentle kiss on your hand. He winked at you after the scene came to an end, you took a break and Mads asked you to use your laptop because his phone died and he had no charger, you were talking to Hugh Dancy at that moment so you said yes and brushed him off, Hugh was talking about a scene you shared and how to improve it. Mads didn’t like you attitude, he didn’t like when your attention wasn’t on him. He clenched his sharp jaw and left, you always had your laptop with you so he walked to your trailer, the door was open. He could smell your perfume, it made his mouth water. He found your laptop, his mind went to last night, he didn’t want to stop reading but it got to the point where he almost pinned you down to the couch and make love to you. Before he closed the laptop he noticed something, there was a tab he clicked on it and it lead him to a tumblr blog where there was a fan fiction, ‘’Liar.’’ Deep down he knew you read those stories. It was a sexual one, he couldn’t help but read it, it was about your characters and they were having sex.. a rough sex. Imagining you reading this alone turned him on, he was rock hard. He wanted to know the reason why you lied to him yesterday, he could ask you but that would reveal that he opened that tab and read the fan fic himself too. When Mads heard footsteps he quickly closed the laptop and left your trailer and ran to his. He had to touch himself and take care of hard cock. He wished you were there to help him.

Later that day Mads invited you to his house to read more stories together and you said yes, how could you refuse him? He had you wrapped around his finger and he had no idea.

He opened a bottle of wine for you because he knew that you loved red wine, got himself a can of beer and you opened your laptop, ‘’Let’s find a new one.’’ You looked so innocent while searching and so focused that he just wanted to grab your chin and kiss you but he took a deep breath and let you find a fic. ‘’I read the last one, you should read this.’’ He wanted to hear you say those nasty words and you didn’t complain.

‘’When Hannibal noticed that his office door was unlocked he felt rush of adrenalin. He remembered locking it yesterday night, was it someone he knew or just a break in situation? He carefully walked inside and saw her sitting on his shiny brown desk. She only had her dark red lace lingerie and a red lollipop between those beautiful lips. He closed the door behind him and locked it, ‘’I didn’t think you would be this bold. I must admit I am surprised.’’ He said coming closer to her, her scent filled his nostrils, ‘’I had a steamy dream of you last night Doctor,’’ she licked the lollipop gently, ‘’I haven’t waken up ever since.’’ Hannibal put his work bag on the floor and came to stand right between her open legs.’’ Mads started to shift at his eat, ‘’These fans I swear to God.’’ You smiled, when you were reading it he could feel the words going directly to his manhood. He couldn’t take it anymore. ‘’Why did you lie about not reading any fics about us?’’

You didn’t expect a question liked that, ‘’I didn’t.’’ Mads smirked like the devil himself, ‘’I saw an open tab on your laptop today, it was a smut fic about us. I think,’’ he put the beer can on the coffee table and came close to her, ‘’you read those to touch yourself at night. You imagine me touching you, fucking you into the  mattress like a wild animal. Am I wrong sweet girl?’’

He put the laptop away, ‘’Cat got your tongue?’’ you remembered to speak, ‘’I- yes I read fics about us.’’ His big hand came to caress your flushed cheek. ‘’Do you touch yourself too my love?’’

‘’Yes.’’ You breathed, that was the answer he wanted to hear. He leaned in to kiss your wet lips, your body felt like it was lit by gasoline. Your hands went to his hair and you slowly got comfortable on the couch. He was on top of you now and kissing you like a starved man, he parted his lips, ‘’The thought of you reading those alone at night… I had to touch myself at work love. You were in my mind all day.’’ This honest confession almost made you cry. This time you kissed him, it was passionate, needy and hard. He was between your legs, your hands went to take off his black shirt and he helped you. Seeing his torso, touching it made your pussy throb with excitement. His chest hair was grey, he was much older than you but fuck it right? Who cares.

He decided to stand up and look at you, you were on his couch, legs separated, hair a mess and you were still very much clothed. He knelt and grabbed your legs to make you sit, he was on his knees and he had an idea. He pulled your pants with your wet panties and you took off your blouse, your clothes were somewhere on the floor and you didn’t care. A strand of grey hair fell to his forehead, your kneecaps pressed up hard against his chest, he wanted to eat you out until you screamed his name. The cool air of the house met your hot and slick pussy and you inhaled sharply, he opened you up even wider and you felt exposed, your hands went to cover your flushed face but he held your wrists, ‘’Don’t, please. You are beautiful and I’m honored to be in your presences my goddess. All I want is to serve you tonight.’’ His words felt intimate and honest. You felt safe and loved.

He looked at your exposed part, ‘’You look divine.’’ Hi face was too close to your cunt and you could feel his breathing, he first kissed your inner thighs, eyes locked on you. You felt so soft he could cry, he left few marks on your inner thighs, and suddenly his lips enveloped on your clit. The noise just left your parted lips made him smile, his mouth felt like a fucking furnace, hot and needy, his silver tongue came out to play with your clit and you could hear and feel him hum deeply in his throat. His fingers were holding and brushing your soft thighs, your cunt was swollen already and his sweet tongue was swirling circles around it. Your hips had their own mind, moving in rhythm. He slowly pushed two fingers in you, and your hands went to his thick hair, pulling with passion ‘’Oh- f- fuck!’’

His rough growls turned you even more, he pulled his fingers and pushed them again, creating a rhythm and his mouth was still on you, never stopped licking, kissing. His fingers were pushing in and out over and over again and were panting heavily, ‘’Mads, oh fuck k- keep going.’’

A fire was lit in your abdomen, and you started to beg him to be faster, he was teasing you with his hot mouth and fingers and he was slow but steady. ‘’Please faster Mads faster,’’ he liked the way you beg but kept being steady. He kept licking through your wet folds and finger fucking you. That was  spreading to your body, your breathing was shallow and he still was going steady and it made you cry. You were shedding tears because of how good you were getting fucked by his mouth and fingers. And he stopped, removed his mouth and fingers which left you confused, he raised his two fingers to your mouth, you opened up and liked them and you moaned, never leaving eye contact and Mads felt his hard cock leaking with pre-cum. His fingers went inside you again, wetter this time. Your hips were locked and the soft moans leaving your mouth was driving him crazy but tonight was about you, he wanted to make love to you, give the pleasure you deserve. ‘’I-I- m gonna cum Mads oh I-m coming’’ his mhmmmm sound gave you courage, your hand was locked in his hair, he gave a soft lick on your clit and curled his fingers inside and hit a spot where no man could do it before. You didn’t hold your cry and sob and let your body erupt, your back arched and you saw white lights your legs were uncontrollably shaking and your cunt was flooding itself, you came in a man’s mouth for the first time in your life and Mads Mikkelsen didn’t pull away or looked disgusted, tonight he ruined all the men for you.

He slowly pulled out his fingers and mouth, your grip on his hair got loose, you moaned when he left contact because your cunt was still pulsating and legs were shaking ever so slightly. He kissed you lazily and then left a soft kiss on your forehead, ‘’Good girl.’’

Thank you for reading. :) 

Loki x Female Reader

OneShot!

Warnings; None.

A/N: I took the liberty, sorry for any typos. Enjoy.  💚 💚

When maids rushed into your room behind Frigga and showering you with dresses, clothes you didn’t know what to do or say, you just stood there and let them do whatever they want. You came to Asgard few days ago because as an Agent of Shield you mission was to go to Asgard, learn what kind of civilization they have, take notes and go back to Midgard, seemed as if an easy job because you were already friends with Thor, however his brother Loki was… how to put it.. cold, weird, strange and he kept looking at you like he hates you.

Frigga on the other hand was the sweetest woman alive, she was kind enough to bring clothes and dresses for you, ‘’My dear you seem quiet, I hope the food and clothes are to your satisfaction?’’ You realized how dumb you must look to these fine woman, you quickly got a hold of your thoughts and smiled, ‘’Thank you for everything my lady.’’ You bowed your head as a sign of respect and after all you were in her kingdom. Frigga smiled warmly, the reason why Frigga and her maids visited you was that there was a ball tonight, to honour you and Asgard relationship with Midgard, you watched the maids lay the beautiful and colorful dresses on your queen sized bed, white, orange, pink, blue dresses looked expensive and charming. ‘’Which one do you like sweet  girl?’’ Frigga asked, the reason why she was close to Y/N because Frigga missed her daughter Hela deeply, and she promised her husband that she would carry their secret to her grave but when she saw you she thought of her daughter, her first child. She used to make dresses for her, brush her hair… of course you didn’t know anything about Hela and you thought Frigga was just a kind and elegant queen.

Soon your door was knocked three times, one of the maids went to open, you were on a comfy couch talking to Frigga, drinking wine and eating fruit when Prince Loki’s servant man came in. He had a big, wooden box, ‘’Greetings Queen Frigga and Lady Y/N, Prince Loki has a gift for you. He wishes you to wear this at tonight’s ball.’’ He put the box on the ground and opened it, one of the maids pulled out the long dress, the other maid brought you the small piece of paper, Prince Loki wrote a note for you. ‘’Save me a dance Lady Y/N.’’

(this is the dress)

Maids started to giggle, when you saw the dress you were lost for words, the dress was emerald green which was Prince Loki’s signature colour, it was long and wheh you put it on it made you feel like a princess. He didn’t forget to send a emerald stoned tiara as well, you weren’t sure why the coldest man on the universe would send you a gift, the maids did your hair and put the tiara on your head and for the first time in years you felt beautiful, this man had a unique fashion sense. ‘’Leave us.’’ Frigga said to her maids and they left quickly, she stood behind you, watching you on the mirror, ‘’I assume you don’t know what this means sweet child?’’ she squeezed your shoulders gently, ‘’I don’t my Queen.’’ Frigga had a smile on her lips, she looked like she knew a juicy secret. ‘’You will soon. See you at the ball.’’

(this is the tiara)

The ball room was huge and golden, the walls had paintings and candles, curtains were red and it reminded you the house Gryffindor, there was a group of musician on a stage, there were wooden tables, people of Asgard were drinking and eating already. You walked down the stairs slowly and felt a pair of cold eyes watching you, as you looked up you saw Loki, sitting next to Thor and watching you come down the stairs, he had a satisfied smile on his thin lips, he liked what he saw. He dressed like a true King in his black knee-high boots, his tunic a shimmering emerald whilst his black cloak fits tightly around his huge arms, it was a struggle not to be drawn to his radiant aura. You kindly smiled and moved to the seat which was for you. You, Thor and Loki were on the same table but there was a distance between you and them. Sif was next to you, as usual she had her armor and blade, ‘’You look like someone I don’t enjoy.’’ She said jokingly, ‘’I know, Prince Loki sent me this dress.’’ You admit rolling your eyes and you watched Sif almost choke on her beer, ‘’What? Is it bad?’’

Sif couldn’t believe her ears, ‘’Loki sent you that dress? Really?’’ she asked curiously, her voice was loud but you hoped not loud enough for Loki to hear, he looked interested in his food. ‘’Yes. Why do you ask?’’ Sif started laughing, ‘’You have no idea do you? Poor girl.’’ And Sif got her drink and left you alone. ‘’Why is everyone weird in this planet?’’

The musicians started to play waltz and you saw Loki leaving his seat, he came towards you and stopped in front of you, eyes never leaving your face, taking you in. He extended his pale hand, ‘’May I have this dance Lady Y/N?’’ the crown prince of Asgard just asked you to dance, you couldn’t say no and took his hand. He walked you to the center of the stage, he had that smirk on his lips and you started to dance, he was leading you. ‘’I wish I met you years ago.’’ He confessed, you could feel eyes watching you and Loki, ‘’You mean when you attacked New York. No thank you.’’ You clapped back. His grip on your small back was strong, ‘’Very well, you look ravishing in that dress.’’ And you felt heat go to your cheeks, you bet you looked like a tomato right now, ‘’I didn’t have time to shop.’’ You said trying to sound calm, ‘’What’s your excuse for the tiara I gave you then?’’ he spoke with confidence, his blue eyes studied your pretty face, ever since you came to Asgard Loki was trying to court you, however you were too blind to see. The first day you arrived he tried to keep an eye contact with you because that was the custom, when Asgardians liked someone they wouldn’t go up to them and talk, instead they just stare at them, keep an eye contact but you didn’t notice. After that he started to linger around you when you were talking to Thor or Frigga, he wouldn’t say anything but just be wherever you were. He was losing patience so finally he sent a dress for you, in Asgardian custom this was a proposal of a long term relationship, again you were just looking at him with wide beautiful eyes. ‘’You are quite the dancer Lady Y/N.’’ You weren’t skipping a beat and he noticed that, ‘’I’ve had training for missions. I love dancing.’’

Later that night the environment around you was too much so you decided to get some fresh air, there was a beautiful garden with sweet flowers and trees, you walked and sat at the edge of a water fountain, the full moon’s light reflected on the shiny golden coins inside of the fountain, you dipped your hand and felt the cold, you closed your eyes listened the night, it was peaceful and calm.

‘’Lady Y/N?’’ It was Loki’s voice, you didn’t hear his footsteps, sneaky bastard. ‘’May I join you?’’ you opened your eyes and looked at him, he looked tall, hands behind his back, his moon light made his golden helmet look like a statue, he looked pale and mysterious and you found yourself being drowned under his beauty and charm. ‘’Please.’’ You said as you pointed him to sit next to you, there was silence at first, a comfortable one, strands of black hair fell across his deep blue eyes and you tucked his hair into his helmet, his helmet felt cold to touch, Loki was aghast by your action because people were usually afraid of him and avoided him all the time. ‘’Thank you for the dress, and the tiara, they are pretty.’’

‘’You look like a princess.’’ It made you laugh, ‘’I’m just Y/N from New York. But thanks. Sif couldn’t believe me when I told her that you sent me the dress. Silly girl.’’

This time Loki laughed, ‘’It might be because when a Prince sends a dress to a woman it means that the Prince is trying to court the woman.’’ He looked into your eyes and that moment only you and Loki existed in this entire planet, ‘’Wha-‘’

‘’I have been trying to court you for days woman!’’ he looked tired, when you didn’t reply or said anything he leaned in and gave you a soft kiss.  

Thank you for reading.  💚 💚 💚

Imagine: Loki trying to court you but you don’t understand asgardian customs

Quarantine Life

Pedro Pascal x Female Reader

Warnings; None. Fluff

Short drabble. Enjoy. Sorry for any typos. 

At the beginning of quarantine you were visiting your boyfriend Pedro Pascal. Both of you were sure (hoping) that this virus will be taken under control, however it got worse and the borders were closed so you found yourself trapped in Pedro’s house, you were panicking but your partner was so happy to spend time with you and get to know you better. You guys have been dating for a year so for you things were new and you were still exploring new things about each other, dating him was hard, he was an actor so he was always busy, phone calls, travelling etc. He was actually considering to ask you to move in but before he could do that Covid-19 happened and he was happy that you were trapped with him. Pedro Pascal hates living alone and being alone, and he was turning this situation to his advantage.

 It was 5 pm and you were cooking dinner when Pedro came into the kitchen, it had been few weeks since the quarantine and you get used to this domestic life so quickly that it scared you a little, because you realized that you want to be with him all the time. Pedro hugged you from behind and planted a kiss to your cheek, you were swaying your bodies to a song which wasn’t there. ‘’I have an interview online, it will only take an hour.’’ Whenever he had a business or he was going to do something he would let you know, it became a habit. ‘’Okay, dinner will be ready by then.’’ You turned to face him. He was taller than you so you had to look up to meet his beautifully warm brown eyes, he was still hugging you, your hands went to his firm shoulders, he had broad shoulders. ‘’You look cute in my shirt.’’ You started to wear his big shirts, it became a habit which he never complained. You blushed under his intense gaze, Pedro knew he was a lucky man every time he looked at you. He leaned in to give you a slow kiss, you let him kiss you gently. As you were slowly making out in the kitchen Pedro’s phone went off and he cursed under his breath, ‘’Pick that up before I toss it out of a window Pedro.’’ He unwillingly let go of you and walked to the living room.

 You could hear him while cooking in the kitchen, he had his cool black hat and his red shirt, he was laughing and joking with the interviewer and you found yourself smiling. The interviewer ask him how was quarantine going, Pedro stopped for e second, no one knew that he was in a relationship and he was living with his partner currently. He got emotional, ‘’Sorry,’’ he didn’t want to cry, ‘’My girlfriend came over before quarantine’’ he could see the shock on the interviewer’s face and he continued, ‘’and she is stuck with me now.. she helped me get through this fucking quarantine, and I mean by a lot. She would always make my day even by the little things.. God I love her so much.’’ You could hear everything and you had to surpres your cry, he was the sweetest man alive. ‘’She actually quit her job just to live with me during quarantine, Y/N means the world to me. SHE IS AMAZING! She is so perfect! Actually she is cooking right now.’’

 The interviewer asked if Y/N would like to say hi, ‘’Let me get her.’’ Pedro stood up to get you, ‘’Pedro you wanted to keep our relationship as a secret, what changed?’’ it was true, months ago one night he admit that he didn’t want to be public with you because he wanted you to have a normal life, ‘’I just love you so much.’’ And he kissed you, later you sat next to him and said hi and introduced yourself to the nice young man who was the interviewer, Pedro and you immediately started giggling like children. ‘’I should leave.’’ You said and bolted to your feet, ‘’A shy one.’’ Pedro said, ‘’She is my yellow.’’

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